As always, I’m prepared to beg, but she shakes her head, her expression brooking no argument. “If I say yes, that’s what I want, Chris. I want a guaranteed out. At the end of the ten dates, when nothing has changed, when the only thing we’ve done is ruin each other again, I want you to promise that you’ll walk away. That you’ll stop trying to rewrite history.” I step back from her, my skin alive with irritation and resistance. “No, I can’t do that.”
