“That was high school.”
“And when we joined the military,” he reminded me, “you met Demi and hung on to her for s*x and nothing more. Now here you are, living in the same house as a woman you’re sleeping with. The writing’s on the wall, so to speak. This isn’t you. So, what makes her different?”
Her gorgeous face popped up in front of me, and I suddenly wished I had her in my arms, and not just under me to curb the pain I was carrying.
“I don’t know,” I lied. I wasn’t about to try to explain it to him when I didn’t know myself. “She just is.”
“So, say I told you that she told Shelly she was meeting up with someone named Justin, you wouldn’t mind? I mean, Ivy going on a date with someone else.” My face fell, and he rolled his eyes and took a big swig of his beer. “Is this how it’s gonna
