THE MESSAGE
When I arrived back in my room, I was surprised to see a message blinking on my comm system. Messages were rare. I pressed the screen to see who it was, and I felt like my stomach was hollow.
Eric.
Eric had left me a message. I hadn’t even tried to call him. I didn’t know what to tell him or what to say to him. I was guilty of much more than I could admit to. What if he already knew? What if Armstrong had said something, would he be stupid enough to tell him? He might be, if he thought it helped his chances with me.
I couldn’t fathom what he wanted from me. I couldn’t have left him under worse circumstances. Hell, I’d practically left the man holding his heart in his hands. Guilt swirled in my chest, but I squashed it. He had said he understood that I was unhappy, and he lo
