Chapter 81

Then, as Nathan continued to stare, Sasha’s attention shifted toward their table, almost as if he could sense Nathan’s warring emotions from all the way across the room. Their gazes met. Maybe if Sasha had smiled, waved, anything else, Nathan could have forgotten the confusion stirring within him and just gone back to pretending they could be friends. But Sasha’s eyes flashed with that sadness, with regret he could do nothing about.

The twinge Nathan had been feeling grew into an ache, and he realized just how screwed he was.

The next morning Nathan was exhausted, having been unable to sleep, plagued by thoughts of where Sasha was and the woman he was with. Which was probably the only reason he was thinking of doing what he was about to do.

Keeping his voice as quiet as possible from where he was crouched in the corner of the bathroom, Nathan dialed the number and waited.