The doctor had told me if I’d been taken to the hospital sooner, the pup might have been saved. But Ethan wasn’t there. He never was.
Or he was, but he only passed by me.
He stepped closer, likely to check what I was doing, but just then his phone buzzed. A smile tugged at his lips before he turned, heading straight into his studies.
As soon as he was gone, I opened my secret social media account. I wasn’t surprised to see his latest post, one visible to everyone but me.
I shouldn’t have let the cutest assistant in the world down. Promised her dinner after work, but got caught up in a meeting. My bad. I’ll make it up to her.
I liked the post with a cold smile, and in the next moment, an email from Mr. Reed popped up—my new contract. I clicked the link and signed it without hesitation. I was leaving this pack, and Ethan, behind.
The next morning, Ethan left early and returned with bagels from a bakery he knew I liked. I reached into the bag, hoping for a chocolate croissant, but before I could grab one, his hand slapped mine away.
“You like peanut butter-flavored bread, right? Got one just for you,” he said, without meeting my eyes.