Even if that meant Ann Marie called me first thing stunned by the latest faux news and the claims that Chris had broken things off with me instead of the other way around.
“s**t, sorry!” My sister’s breathless voice came back on the line. “You’d think my man would learn some self-control.”
“Or that you’d learn the limits to his control,” I teased, laughing. Yeah, I was totally jealous of Ann Marie. Not because of Gabe. He was great and all, but he was perfect for her. Not me. No, I wanted my own Gabe, a guy who was my best friend and also my lover. A man who wanted me—no, needed me—with a desperation and longing that only came from love. I wanted a guy to grab me while I was on the phone because he couldn’t help himself. “I was just about to hang up and leave you two to it.”
“No, no. I’
