Was I done with Leander? The memory of Leander’s hurt and betrayed face flashed before my eyes. Yes, I was done…I didn’t have a choice, anymore. I swallowed thickly, trying to generate enough saliva in my mouth to speak. It didn't help. Lifting the cold drink to my lips, I took a few sips of iced tea before setting the glass down. "Y-Yes.”

Tommy’s intelligent gaze remained trained on my face. From his expression, it was clear he hadn’t missed the conflict in my response but then seemed to let it go, lifting his drink to his lips. Ice clinked in the glass as he turned it up and swallowed...