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She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. A minute later, she was inside the house. I let my head fall forward on the steering wheel and swore under my breath. Nice job, Andy. Now she’d probably never speak to me again. I should have said yes when Becca asked me if I was over Tara, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t in love with Tara, not anymore, but seeing her name on my phone had felt like a bullet slamming straight into my chest. I didn’t want to get back together with her or anything, god no, but I’d once planned to spend my entire life with her and she’d said no. Could I ever truly recover from that? If I wasn’t ready to move on, then I had no business getting involved with Becca. It wouldn’t be fair to her. She had big plans for her future, and she needed a boyfri
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