Luis’s smile faded. “Lisa…”
“I know you’re trying to get me back,” she said, looking him in the eye. Her voice was calm—too calm. “But it’s never going to work.”
His jaw tightened, the muscle twitching just slightly. “Why him?”
She inhaled, slow and deliberate. “Because it was my choice.”
Luis shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You chose Arthur Brook? Really?”
“I don’t owe you a justification.”
“You owe yourself one,” he shot back, softly. “This isn’t you.”
Lisa looked away, not because he was right, but because she hated that he was right. There was knowledge in his body language. He nearly reached for her wrist. Nearly.
“Let me take you out,” he whispered. “Just dinner. No speeches. No tricks. Just… us.”
That was what Lisa should have wanted. A clean b
