Dropping onto the sofa, he leaned back and stared at the ceiling, his jaw tight, his thoughts racing in circles he couldn't quite break out of.
Maybe he had handled this all wrong. Maybe leaving Veronica to Luca had been a mistake.
A massive one. He leaned forward on the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, his phone dangling loosely in his hand as his thoughts spiraled. His eyes flicked briefly toward the hallway that led to his bedroom—toward her.
"How did you sink this low?" he muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice.
Why had she contacted him after all these months? Was she in trouble?
"Shit!" he swore, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. He stared at the screen without really seeing it, his mind somewhere else entirely.
It didn't matter that she had broken his heart. Didn't matter how things ended between them.
Didn't matter how long it had been. Some things didn't change. And one of those things was this—
