That little flicker of warmth she felt earlier—gone.
‘How could I forget?’ Even if Rockwell had a sliver of real affection for her, the one he truly loved… was never her.
And any truth buried in his lies wasn’t worth sacrificing herself for.
“So, what about you? Why are you suddenly in the hospital?” he asked.
“I’ve been dealing with a cold. Came to get some meds. Actually, I’m headed to a welcome-back dinner a friend threw for me. Want to come?”
The way they talked—casual, familiar—it made her want to decline immediately. She didn’t belong there.She was always not accepted by his friends and felt uncomfortable every time she was with them.
But before she could say anything, Rockwell spoke first.
“Sure, let’s go. We haven’t had dinner anyway. Might as well tag along.”
Chesca smiled, looking over at her. “Perfect.”
Rockwell drove them to the venue—a private room on the second floor of an upscale restaurant.
As soon as they sat down, he pushed away the iced drinks and asked the server to bring over some warm honey water.