Did Charles meet with another girl after me? Of course he did.

The thought stung, a pang of jealousy I hadn't expected. He had the reputation, after all - a notorious playboy, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. I tried to convince myself I didn't care, that I shouldn't care. It was none of my business what he did, who he charmed with those smoldering eyes and that devilish grin.

He owed me nothing; we'd shared a stolen moment, a reckless, exhilarating ...