Lizzy sighed, her gaze fixed on the man standing in front of her—the one who had left her heart and mind in chaos more times than she could count.
Some things had to be said.
"Merriman, I'm not divorced yet, and you have a fiancée... This isn't right. We should keep our distance."
If she continued being around this man, she knew she'd fall into another hopeless relationship.
Merriman didn't back away from Lizzy's words. Instead, he stepped closer. "Lizzy, that's not what your heart says."
"Merriman!" Lizzy snapped, frustrated at him for seeing through her facade.
Seeing the usually composed and self-possessed woman crack, Merriman was satisfied.
He reached out, intending to touch her reddened nose. But then, he hesitated, pulling his hand back and clenching it into a fist instead. "
