The blanket covering his body was a dark color that she couldn't identify, but it was pulled up over his chest.

Elena's heart was heavy, her mind still swirling with the image of Chandler kissing that woman at the hotel bar. It didn't matter how many times she told herself that they weren't a couple. It didn't matter how many times she told herself that she had no reason to care or any right to be upset. The pang of hurt lingered, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal.

Desperate ...