I listened quietly as Brittany talked. I didn’t rush to cut her off, didn’t press her on why she went after Maverick, and didn’t force her to explain why her real target was me.

Today, I’d get my answers.

“Back then, I was already not that interested in Maverick,” Brittany said, casual as anything. “I just didn’t expect him to be that easy. No backbone at all. And honestly? Men that shallow are disgusting. I didn’t feel like playing with him ...