The line abruptly went dead. He'd hung up. It had happened so many times that I wasn't even surprised anymore. 'So why am I starting to feel sick again?'
All at once, I didn't want to see Desmond again. I was afraid I'd throw up on the spot.
I'd always wanted a love that belonged to the two of us alone, with no one else in the picture, past or present. I'd never dated anyone before I met him. When he first said he wanted to pursue me, I'd made sure he'd never been involved with anyone else before I let him get close.
Looking back, I wondered whether that almost obsessive standard had clouded my judgment. When I learned he might have slept with Cecily, disgust had overwhelmed everything else. There had been some hurt and sadness, but hardly enough to leave me heartbroken.
Perhaps I'd on
