I’d brushed past them without so much as a glance, hoping the rejection stung. That was before I saw Briar and Nicole. He had been whispering in her ear, laughing and smiling like he hadn’t smashed my heart into a million pieces. It was clear they were there together. Nicole had driven that home like a sledgehammer when she’d put her hands all over him. Bry. He let her call him that? The small action burned my heart like an inferno. Briar hated nicknames, had a visceral reaction to all pet names the entire time we’d been together. Him letting her call him that hurt.
