“You’re right. You and I aren’t going anywhere so it’s better to end things now,” I say then slide off the bar stool. “Everly.” He stands and calls after me. I feel the sting in the back of my eyes, but I absolutely will not let myself cry. He moves in front of me, grasping my arms just below the elbow. “Don’t do this. You’re wrong. Lots of people care about you and want you here.” “People like you?” I ask. He doesn’t answer. “That’s what I thought.” I stare up at his handsome face, ignoring the pull I have to ease the worry lines there. “Bye, Jack.”
