I looked up, and there was Gresham, clutching my arm, his eyes locked onto mine with a cold, unsettling intensity. "Don't go."
I shoved his hand off, my voice like ice. "Stay out of my business. We're done." I glanced over his shoulder at Sybil, a mocking smile tugging at my lips. "Gresham, you're here on a date with Sybil. Who the hell are you to question me? Get those divorce papers ready before your darling ends up labeled a homewrecker. Wouldn't that be a shame for everyone?"
He froze, his mouth moving as he tried to say something, but I was already walking away with Kemp. Through the glass beside me, I caught sight of Gresham starting to follow, only to stop when Sybil grabbed his sleeve.
A familiar ache twisted in my chest. Get a grip, you're 24. Gresham's only ever loved Sybil.
