They were halfway through the loaf of bread when Patrick leaned back in his chair as a fork dangled from his fingers, and grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“So… Abi,” he began slowly, drawing out her name like he was setting up a trap. “You’ve been gone for almost two years. Are you married now?”
The words hit her like a splash of cold water. Her fingers stiffened around her coffee mug, and for the briefest moment, her breath caught in her throat.
Kai’s face instantly flashed in her mind as she began remembering the way he had stood so close on their wedding day. His hand felt warm against hers, along with the press of a ring onto her finger. She could almost hear his low voice murmuring promises that were never real, see the faint curve of his lips when she believed every w
