Matt

"That's how I got your number. I don't know why she had that, or what it means."

Memory shifted in my mind. Why we'd argued. The things we'd shouted at one another. The way I'd pleaded with her.

We can go on a date, eat out at a restaurant. Hell, I don't know. We could spend a lazy afternoon collecting seashells.

The breath seeped from my lungs. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.

After I'd left her under the pier that night, she'd done just that. ...