Davis and I had decided to meet on neutral ground. Starbucks was familiar to us both but not one of our homes where the other might be uncomfortable.
The moment I saw his dark curls dangling over his glasses, my heart swelled. I stopped to take in the sight, enjoying the view. I tried hard to keep myself from teetering on the edge of guilt. It was a two-way street, and I shared in the responsibility, but I had a tendency to assume all blame to eliminate confrontation.
My heart hurt, ached at the notion Davis was upset with me. I wanted to just apologize, accept my fault, and go back to being in love. I wasn't a fighter; I never had been. I wouldn't be pushed around, but when it came to people I cared about, I hated conflict and avoided it at all costs.
Even at this distance, his postu
