Samantha froze the moment Drake stepped into the café. He hadn’t seen her yet—his eyes were locked on the table where Nancy sat, smiling like she owned the place. Samantha started to approach but stopped short when he made a beeline for Nancy.
Her chest tightened. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep it together, but it was too late—Nancy had already stood up and wrapped herself around him like she belonged there. Then came the smile, directed right at her. Sweet, smug, and cutting. It said everything without a word: He’s still mine.
Samantha quickly looked away. Of course, it’s still her. Even after everything, even after the lies and the way Nancy left her hanging—twice. Samantha swallowed the lump in her throat and turned toward the exit.
God, this is stupid, she muttered un
