Aiden’s expression was unreadable as he stared at Gavin. Nothing about his voice was soft when he finally spoke.

"Don’t worry about Michelle," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets and turning toward the glass wall to stare outside. "If she wants to come back, let her. I’m not stopping her. But I’m married now."

Gavin leaned against the wall, arms folded. "That’s not what I meant. You know she really—"

"I know," Aiden cut in, his tone calm. "I know she loves me, ...