Chapter 4

Oliver was still Mia’s best friend after all these years, and that wasn’t likely to change. So, David needed to mend fences. He knew as well as anyone, how easy it would be to ruin everything. One poorly chosen word and he might not be allowed in the same room as the man, never mind salvage anything resembling friendship. He needed his every move to be perfect.

And yes, that may have sounded calculated. That’s because it was. David had learned a lot in Atlanta. The most important lesson being you didn’t leave your happiness up to luck, or to chance. And you didn’t leave it up to someone who hated you. Especially if they might have had every right to do so.

He just needed to say the right things, and survive the next half an hour. And not let himself get sucked into Oliver’s orbit.

It was something he’d never been very good at.

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Mia took her time browsing the aisles of the 7-Eleven, but eventually Oliver gave up, grabbed a fountain drink, and escaped.