(Jasper's POV)
I sit in my car outside the bakery for ten minutes before I work up the nerve to get out.
Through the bakery window, I can see warm light spilling out onto the sidewalk. There are people inside, voices carrying on the evening air. A celebration. Of course there's a celebration—it's her birthday.
I should leave. Turn around and drive home to my empty house and the bottle of whiskey waiting on my kitchen counter. She won’t be pleased to see me.
But my feet carry me forward anyway.
That's when I see him.
Dorian, down on one knee in the middle of the bakery floor.
My heart stops beating. Just stops, like someone reached into my chest and squeezed it until nothing was left.
There's a ring box in his hand. A f*****g ring box.
"No." The word falls from my lips, barely a wh
