The night flows on as food weaves around the tables in a blur. Twice I find myself running back to the comfort of the bar to calm myself. Twice I catch Allie eyeing Jasper as they become engrossed in deep conversation. By the third time, I make myself comfortable on a barstool and watch from a distance as Allie moves into my seat at the table, Jasper’s hand itching to wander. Each drink deepens the heat in my cheeks but stomps out the rage burning inside me. How could I be all the way over ...