I'd managed to arrange to be home so I could sulk in the privacy of my own bedroom for my thirty-third birthday. Hayden had tried to participate, but I'd refused. Now, here I sat, on my bed, with my store-bought cake in my lap, a fork in my hand, and my laptop.
Liam had never brought up Davis again. He thought I had let it drop, so he never bothered to mention that Quill had signed a two-book deal with my ex. I couldn't stop myself from wondering how Liam thought I wouldn't know. Unfortunately, without admitting to stalking Davis on the internet, I couldn't acknowledge my disappointment in Liam's choice, so I decided to obliterate my feelings through cake instead.
It was unhealthy, but I couldn't let Davis go. I still wrote to his old address, I still mailed him postcards, and I followe
