The restaurant was one of those dim, intimate places where the lighting made everyone look like they belonged in a film. Glass walls, golden accents, music low enough to feel expensive. I shouldn't have been there. Not with Ramsey. Not with the kind of heat still trapped under my skin from the argument with Teddy. But there I was, sitting across from the man who used to be my whole world, pretending I was fine.
Ramsey hadn't changed much. He still moved like confidence had a pulse. Still smiled like every woman in the room was a story he could rewrite. But tonight, he was different too… quieter, older maybe, like time had finally learned how to leave fingerprints on him.
"You look like you haven't slept in days," he said, studying me over his wine glass.
"I could say the same,"
