Lyon abruptly caught my wrist. "Sofia, not telling you was my mistake. I'm sorry."

I turned to look at him. His face was indistinct in the dimness, and his expression hard to read. I pulled back my hand. "If you want to make up with her, I can leave tonight."

Lyon glared at me. "I don't want to make up with her. I didn't say anything because I was afraid you'd misunderstand. I'm absolutely certain that the person I love right now is you."

I laughed inwardly at his words

and glared at him. "Scared of me getting the wrong idea, so you spent a whole day with your ex?...