"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. I don't know if it's because of the lingering headache or because it's him standing there.
August tilts his head slightly, gaze flickering behind me for just a second before settling back on me. "I heard about the crash," he says, his tone unreadable. "Had to wrap up some work before coming to check on you."
He's looking past me again. At him. I don't have to turn around to know who's caught his attention. Andrew.
August knows exactly who he is. He knows what Andrew used to mean to me. What he still might mean. And I know what August is thinking. I can practically hear the assumptions forming in his head.
"I'm okay," I mumble, suddenly aware of how small my voice sounds.
His gaze drags over me, ass
