Was I done with Leander? The memory of Leander’s hurt and betrayed face flashed before my eyes. Yes, I was done…I didn’t have a choice, anymore. I swallowed thickly, trying to generate enough saliva in my mouth to speak. It didn't help. Lifting the cold drink to my lips, I took a few sips of iced tea before setting the glass down. "Y-Yes.”

Tommy’s intelligent gaze remained trained on my face. From his expression, it was clear he hadn’t missed the conflict in my response but then ...