“This is more than just Kaden, isn’t it? More than Dianna?” His head whipped toward me. “What? No.” He was a terrible liar, especially to me. “Tell me what’s really wrong.” Vincent’s smile was small and forced. His hand cupped the back of my head as he leaned forward, placing a kiss atop my head. “Have fun at the dinner,” he whispered into my hair, and then he was gone, his boots echoing down the hall.
