Bree looked crestfallen, her eyes downcast, lost and out of place. Trent hated that he was the one who’d made her look that way. She was even more beautiful now than she had been the last time he’d seen her, that day at the convenience store when he’d insisted on stopping, despite his then-girlfriend’s objections. He’d seen Bree’s car, knew she was in town for Christy’s party, and wanted to see her even though he knew it wasn’t in his best interest.
He hadn’t regretted seeing her, only that she didn’t want to see him at the moment. Over the years, he’d come to realize he’d messed up. He should’ve tried harder to get ahold of her back in college, after he’d kissed her. He hadn’t gone far enough to try to track her down, and by the time he was face-to-face with her again, it was clear she h
