Fated Love, Unwritten Endings

elping her had, for the moment, stopped her campaign of pe

ts of the novel closer together. I was no longer a character in their story

place famous for its long waiting list and a view that could make anyone fal

rk suit. I had already arranged for Frances to be

a special anniversary promotion: a free bottle of champagne and a

o my forehead. "I'm not feeling well,"

of something-annoyance? concern?-

, who was watching us with wide, hopeful eyes. "Stay. Don't let a good bottl

the restaurant, leaving them alone under the soft, romanti

some old university friends, insisting Caleb come al

ingly good actress, pretended to be too dru

I said, my voice firm and

brow furrowed as he struggled

y car keys into his hand. "Make sure she g

standing there with the heroine in his arms, the car k

with a deep, unsettling confusion. He couldn't understand my behavior. One moment, I was the jealous,

e "chance" encounters. The way I alway

e party. He came home late, smell

s voice low and strained. He wasn't yelling

n?" I asked, fei

ng closer. "The restaurant. The party t

ribs. He was smarter than t

," I said, shrugging. "Maybe I've

For a terrifying second, I thought he could see right through

mask of cynicism sliding back into place. He though

nning," he said, his voice co

It was working perfectly. He was confused, angry, and spending mo

ing closer