“Why?” His brows furrowed as he flicked a tiny tear off my cheek. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.” “Because I feel like such a bitch,” I admitted, trying to blink the tears away. “I made you take me to that game, made you set me up with Noah, made you drive all the way to New York, and you were just trying to support your best friend. He’s probably not even an official client, is he?” “No, he’s not. But Jun—”
