“Maybe I need a man like Evan,” I say. “Someone kind and caring and willing to treat me well.” “That’s fine, but you also want someone to challenge you, and Evan—the town’s biggest people-pleaser—isn’t it.” Shock is quickly replaced by horror. Oh God. Did Julian and I screw each other up so badly that we can’t find happiness with others because we’re always looking for a fight? I shake my head. “I’m not looking for a confrontational partner.” “That’s not what I said.” “Then what?”
