Roman sipped his drink and looked around the club. There were a few couples just holding each other and swaying rather than dancing. By the looks on their faces, he doubted they even knew what song was playing, they were lost in each other.

It made his chest ache.

He turned back to his drink and the woman beside him. At least the music was low enough to allow a conversation.

If he could open his fucking mouth.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“You could have asked me that when I came to your apartment earlier,” Evelyn snorted.

“I know. But I think you’ve already figured out that I’m...