Jasmine looked up from where she sat on the couch as David walked into the living room. She’d changed into the turtleneck, which fit her to a tee. The intended owner must have been about her size. David was now dressed in a grey V-necked T-shirt over blue jeans. He walked over and sat opposite her.
She’d been here long enough. Jasmine had to keep her heart safe. For a minute she’d almost forgotten there could be nothing between them, and that was dangerous territory. It was time to leave. “Is there anything else you need me to help you with? Otherwise, I have to go,” she said.
“Jasmine.” Why did he say her name like that? The sound of her name on his lips brought back memories of the good times between them, reminders of a past she needed to forget. “We need to talk about what happened y
