For one second, desire crossed his face so plainly it almost made her pity him. Here was the woman he had spent years diminishing, and now that she had stepped fully back into view, he looked at her as if he had just realized what kind of creature he had been insulting in captivity.
“You look…”
He didn’t finish.
Carissa picked up her clutch. “I know.”
“You’re not going.”
She smiled. “I absolutely am.”
“Don’t do this.”
“Which part?” she asked. “Attend my husband’s reunion? Wear black? Or arrive with better company than you?”
Color rose in his neck. “You think this is some game.”
“No,” she said. “I think this is an ending.”
Jackson picked her up at seven sharp.
He was in a charcoal suit with a black tie and no trace of nerves in the way he held himself, though when Carissa got in the car he looked at her for a full second and said, “He really was insane.”
She laughed. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week.”