Chapter 9

I waved my hands frantically.

“He’s not trying to win me back. He’s just—having some kind of meltdown, I don’t even know…”

Owen laughed and shook his head.

“Lena. You still don’t understand men. You’re too good. He lost you. And when he realizes it, he’s going to come back fighting to get you back.”

He slowed the car to a stop and turned toward me. His face came closer.

The streetlight caught in his dark eyes, warm. His gaze lingered on my lips for a beat, then rose slowly to meet my eyes.

“So promise me. No matter what he says, don’t turn back easily. Okay?”