*Olivia’s POV*

“Do you like me?” The question didn’t come with surprise, but as if he needed to hear it again, like confirming a secret already revealed. And I’d already said it. More than once.

“I do. But I don’t think we can have a future together.”

“Why not?”

“Would you want something with me, Gabe?”

“We already have something, Olivia.”

“What do we have?” I laughed. “You married me in place of your brother because Jorel didn’t show up ...