Cold Hearts, Warm Promises      

"I just want to know if she's okay."

Sinclair raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "And why's that? If you don't care for her, like Victor said, then why keep stringing her along? If you don't like her, stop messing with her head. Stop seeing her. Let her move on."

Cole pressed his lips together, his mind racing. Even Sinclair knew about their relationship. Everyone did.

Of course, they knew how cold he had been to her—how indifferent, how distant, how he had unknowingly embarrassed her multiple times before.

There was no hiding it. But that didn't change the knot of guilt tightening inside him.

Clearing his throat, Cole finally spoke, his voice low and strained. "I know it's selfish . . . but I want to fix things with her. I don't want to lose her."