“Why?” Megan’s voice cracked, drawing his attention. Her jaw was locked tight, but he couldn’t tell if it was from anger or if she was trying to keep herself from crying.
Paul didn’t need to ask what she was referring to. He already knew. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No. You shouldn’t.” This time her tone was clipped, and there was no disguising how upset she was.
He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet.
She must have realized he wasn’t going to respond. “Is it because I asked you out? Is the idea of dating me so horrible . . . so outrageous . . . that you felt you needed to set me up with someone else?”
Paul closed his eyes, and sighed.
“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to push this under the rug and act like it didn’t happen. I need to know why? Why did you do
