I take one step away, and his hand latches onto my arm. It shocks us so badly that all the anger drains out of me. His fingers squeeze my arm gently before he drops it like it burns him. “She was wrong,” he says softly. “You dealt with it the way you needed to, and we all deal with s**t in f****d up ways. You shouldn’t live your life because of what that b***h said or what Ryder thinks. Live your life for you, baby girl.”
My heart leaps into my throat; he hasn’t called me baby girl since our last good time together. It used to make me melt into a puddle at his feet like it is now, but this time I know I’m getting my hopes up for nothing. “That includes a very different version of all of us. That life includes you, Dex.” I finally reach the door, and Dex still hasn’t moved. “Tell them I’m
