Micah took a deep breath.
He remained where he was and did not chase after Darya.
If she was brave enough to admit her mistake, then so was he.
She might have schemed her way into his life, but she’d never done anything to harm him.
When Micah gave her the cold shoulder, he’d also lost a valuable chance to get to know her.
The sound of music jolted him out of his reverie.
The next dance was about to begin.
As Micah made his way through the crowd, he pondered how he could start to repair his relationship with her.
Ryan found his friend at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey.
He planted a hip on the stool next to Micah. ‘Why aren’t you dancing?’
‘Not interested.’
‘But you danced with that woman.’
Micah shot him a disapproving look. ‘She has a name.’
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