Lucas’s hand twitched against the steering wheel. “Maybe you’ve already fought enough for both of you.”

His words made her chest tighten, partly because he was right, partly because she didn’t want to believe it.

The night air seeped through the cracked window, cool and damp. Desiree drew the blanket tighter and leaned back. Her thoughts drifted to Roman’s face when she’d told him the truth, to his silence that had felt like a blade.

Lucas watched her carefully, his expression ...