She’d almost had him convinced that there was something real between them, but it was all a fucking lie. He drained his drink and poured another. The whiskey warmed its way down his throat but didn’t touch the frozen tundra that was his heart. He lifted his glass and drank again. He wanted to wipe the image of Cassie on her knees in front of Nathan out of his mind and the only way he was going to do that was with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

He poured another shot as someone ...