Tara’s POV
My hand tightly clenched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. Spilled wine began to pool beneath my shoes, but the sticky, wet feeling was overlooked.
I hated the way a simple name sent me into a panic. I hated my lack of control over my own body. I hated that I had not been good enough for Kade.
This was simply another terrible coincidence. Millions of people lived in and around Hanesburg and more visited the city on a daily basis for business purposes. The odds of his good friend Kade being my Kade were brutally low.
“His,” my voice cracked. “His name. What’s your friend’s full name?”
“Kade Vance,” Soren answered. “He’s a good man and a better friend. Your daughter could not be in better hands.”
Kade Vance. Abby’s father had the last name Hunter. They were not
