7
VALENTINA
I watched Brantley walk away, his shadow disappearing before too long as the darkness of night swallowed him up. I sucked in a breath and tried to calm the ache in my chest.
Brantley was interested in someone.
Dammit. I wasn’t allowed to be upset by that. He could date. He should date. He was an amazing man with a lot to offer any woman lucky enough to catch his eye. Just because it had never been me didn’t mean I was going to stand in his way.
I was a crappy friend. I was holding him back because I was the lonely, desperate divorcée who needed a man to be there for me. s**t. I hated being a cliché.
No more. I was done. Brantley deserved better than that. He deserved a real friend. Someone who would help him catch the eye of the woman who was foolish enough to not want hi
