Her hand slowly came out of her bag.
“I-I’m married.”
His expression didn't shift a bit. Of course, he was aware.
“If you weren't married, I would have chased after you.” Although his lips were stretched into a smile, his eyes were tinged with sadness. “I know I can't compete with a man like Clayton Bradford. Maybe I never could. But if I walked away without telling you how I feel, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. So this isn't a confession because I expect something from you. It's a confession because my heart wouldn't let me leave without saying it.”
Olivia bit her lip.
The night wind moved lightly across her face, shifting a loose strand of hair. She tucked it behind her ear without breaking eye contact.
“Ashton…” Olivia gave him an intent look. “You're a good guy. Someday,
