"I'm sorry." Aiden opened his mouth, and the split at the corner of it started bleeding again.
I took him by the arm and steered him toward his office.
Since the crash took Weston's memory, Aiden had said those two words far too many times.
"I'm in love with you."
My hand stopped in midair with the antiseptic still in it, because that was the last opening line I had braced for.
"I never picked up on that."
My head was a mess, and I had no idea why that was the sentence that came out of me.
I was lying.
After Weston landed in the hospital, Aiden and I started crossing paths constantly, and the way he treated me shifted.
A woman's instincts rarely miss.
"Vivi, I'm Coldpeak." Something close to regret worked across his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you."
My grip went slack,
