“Presley,” Oliver says.

I’m standing in clear view now, my eyes glued to the television. I don’t even know when my feet carried me into the room, but Oliver’s spotted me.

“Why are you . . .”

But I can’t hear him. The anchors casually toss grenades back and forth with their words—phrases like “outed by an anonymous source” and “public shame” and “reputation on the line.” I can barely make sense of it.

Dominic’s face is angled away from me, and I look at him imploringly, unable to read him. I just want to know what terrible thoughts are running through his head right now. His body is pulled tight like a string, like he’s about to snap.

Oliver sighs, pulling me out of my tunnel vision. When we make eye contact, he lets loose a strangled sort of laugh. “Well . . . this is awkward. Are you guys together?”

Dominic says, “No,” at the same moment I say, “Yes.”

My face flushes hot with emotion. Well, that’s humiliating.

Oliver takes that as his cue to leave.

see you both at work.” Before he closes the door behind him, he pauses. “Just let me know if I

The door clicks shut.

a shaky breath, processing everything that’s

idea that Dominic would let anyone help him almost makes me laugh. If he could, Dominic would do everything himself. I don’t know how he’s going

“No.”

to Oliver’s question about us resounds through me. Staring at the stony wall of

over the past couple of months. Every time we had the chance to

tried so hard, Presley. You’ve done everything you can

his voice hoarse, and I brace myself.

“TV?”

whip around to see Lacey rubbing her eyes sleepily. Over the sound of blood rushing in my ears, I didn’t hear

yawns and scrunches her eyes closed, giving Dominic enough time to shut

back to bed,” he says firmly. His voice is clear and calm, like he wasn’t just about to break my

And he would be right. He has two daughters and an entire company to look out for in the wake

little hand in his

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