“Thank you,” Tawny finally said, and Tyler wished things between them could be different. But she’d made herself really clear. She wanted to stick to the plan while he wanted…what did he want?
The engagement to be real. A life with her, the woman he loved. Happiness beyond surfing and throwing a Frisbee and going up to Fisher’s penthouse for club meetings.
“Omar wants to meet,” he said, losing another debate with himself. He wasn’t going to tell her, hoping he could meet with the man and get him out of both of their lives.
“He does?” Her eyes flashed with concern. “Is that why you’re all dressed up?”
“I know how to play my part.” His voice was barbed and icy, and he hated how petulant it sounded. His unrequited feelings could be so sharp, and he wasn’t sure what to do with them most of
