The next couple of weeks were hard, well harder than hard. Evan had barely left my side since the night he dragged my drunk ass home from the bar. He knew how badly it was hitting me, and the calls and texts from Sean were making it worse. He clearly still knew something else was going on and he wasn't willing to drop it. Although I knew it was dicing with danger, I couldn't bring myself to do the necessary thing to keep us both free of Mel's firing zone, I couldn't hurt him. Instead, I ignored his messages, I declined his calls, I hoped they would stop, but it seemed like the more time that passed, the more he pursued me. I could only guess the impending doom of the wedding was to blame for his persistence. Especially when it didn't stop there. He'd even made a few house calls. I couldn't
