Then my eyes swept across the room, and I froze.
She was standing by the bar, head thrown back in that same loud laugh I had memorized in college. Her hand rested on a man’s chest. A man whose silhouette I would know anywhere, even after seven years of silence.
I froze with my hand halfway to a glass of water I never picked up.
My stomach dropped, and my one-night promise shattered before the music even changed.
Recognition hit harder when I saw his face. Jason. My ex-husband. Still the same lean shoulders, the same tilt of the head that used to make me think he was listening when he wasn’t.
I lowered my eyes and angled toward the bar, hoping the crowd would swallow me whole.
It didn’t.
« Well, look who’s here, » Vanessa called out, loud enough to turn three nearby heads.
I froze with my hand halfway to a glass of water I never picked up.
I held the glass tighter and tried to breathe through my nose.
