I didn't look at Wendell's face—it had gone pale with rage the second I finished speaking. I didn't look at Yvette's stiff, frozen back either.
Slow, lazy applause drifted over from the back of the crowd.
Lawrence leaned against a tree, cotton stuffed up his bleeding nose. He watched Wendell with a half-smirk. "Ms. Ormsby's right. If Dr. Yount's that wrapped up in her, why not just marry her already? You gonna wait till Tanner gets back from overseas and hands you a thank-you award?"
His words landed like a hard slap—sharp and right on target.
The women in the crowd couldn't hold back anymore. Whispers broke out everywhere.
"So that's Tanner's fiancée..."
"No wonder she threw herself at Dr. Yount. Tanner's working his ass off overseas, and she's here cozying up to another guy."
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