Lena tossed restlessly in bed. She rolled over again and again, pulling the blanket over her face, then throwing it off in frustration. The thoughts wouldn’t leave her.

Neil… Irene… their fake engagement… and that kiss…

She clenched her teeth. “He said it was all a charade, but he didn’t even push her away! Men…! Ugh, infuriating!” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. The harder she tried to sleep, the clearer the images struck her mind.

Her throat felt dry. She sat up on ...