Now I was a grown woman, and Trevor was a grown man. If we made a mutual agreement to have a trip together, we were allowed to do so. And maybe I could've told the woman sitting across from me just that if I hadn't spent some of these nights cuddled in bed with her man, kissing him, touching him . . .
There was nothing I could really say to Carina, and she knew just as much when she smugly asked to come in to wait on Trevor. I sucked up my pride and let her in, simply because, I wanted to know too.
I wanted to know what he would do when he walked in and saw his fiancee sitting next to the woman he claimed to love.
Carina held her head high, despite everything that was going on, and she sat in utter silence. She barely looked at me.
I had no idea what could possibly be running through
