I’m pacing my living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, lost in my thoughts. The night has been a cocktail of emotions—high spirits at the party, laughter with Abby… And then, of course, there was the palpable tension with Chloe.
I thought I had managed to keep my feelings under wraps, maintain the casual facade. But Chloe had to go and ruin it, filling the air with words like poison darts.
“Stay away from him,” she had whispered to Abby, not knowing that I was within earshot.
Who the hell does she think she is?
I throw myself onto the leather chair, my fingers gripping the armrests, the echo of Chloe’s words still fresh in my mind. “Stay away from him,” she had said, as though her voice could erect a wall between Abby and me—a wall I’m not certain even I could scale at thi
