Chapter Thirty-Three
Her fingers moved over his hand, squeezing it before she pushed up onto her toes. Her lips pressed against his cheek. He turned to look at her and she brought her hand up to touch the cheek she had just kissed. Ian didn’t pull away. He listened to whatever she was saying. Nodding his head, that sinking feeling returned.
Delany tapped his cheek with her fingertips before looking over at me and giving a finger wave and a smile that was as fake as the way that she spoke to Ian. I wondered what she was up to. How could Ian not see how she was treating him?
The waitress brought over our food and I looked down at the sandwich on my plate, no longer feeling hungry. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my hand over my face. Why did it have to be me tangled up in whatever mes
