Cynthia’s pulse pounded in her ears as Collins stepped further into the room, his sharp gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her throat tighten.
He looked the same—yet different. The boyish charm she once loved was overshadowed by something darker, something that sent a shiver down her spine.
Mike didn’t move from his place by the door. His posture was relaxed, but Cynthia knew better. There was nothing casual about the way his muscles tensed beneath his crisp suit, nor the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly.
“I should have known,” Collins said, his voice low, edged with bitterness. “Of all the men in this city, you ended up with him?”
Cynthia swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I didn’t—”
Collins scoffed. “Save it.” His eyes flicked toward Mike. “So, w
