Chapter Thirty-Nine
The band held an after-party at a mansion nearby. The house was all tile and granite and stainless steel—cold and filled with strangers. I didn’t have the desire to mingle with people I didn’t know. Instead, I stood apart, still thinking about Eric and trying to stay calm. My hands were sweaty, and I kept wiping them on my shorts.
“He’s really something, isn’t he?” Beth said, standing next to me.
“Who?”
“Your old boyfriend, Eric Wentworth.” A look of mischief spread across her features. I almost groaned.
“Yes, he is.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to steal him. Though it wouldn’t technically be stealing, would it? It’s not like you guys are together.”
I looked across the room at Gage surrounded by half a dozen women. “I thought you wanted Gage.”
She s
