Chapter 113

  So back off.

  “She has bad taste in men?” His voice is closer, so I walk further off, putting the distance back between us a little. Every part of me is on high alert, my anger simmering to something more heart wrenching. I hate these kinds of conversations, someone trying to lay me bare and uncover my pain.

  “That’s an understatement,” I snap, shielding my despair with anger.

  Control, Emma!