the game this time?”
He holds up his hands. “Look, I met her at a conference six months ago. We started talking. I didn’t put it together until she showed me a picture of you—but by then, I was already in deep. I care about her.”
I laugh bitterly. “You ‘care’ about her? The way you ‘cared’ about me?”
He flinches. Good.
“Are you going to tell her?” he asks.continue reading …
