My brows slam together. “What?” “Still?” His hand drops to his chest, clutching it like a string of pearls. “Even after everything?” “Still what? What are you talking about?” He slides two shots over to me, shaking his head in disbelief. “Here, sweetie, you need these more than I do.” “What, why?” Sighing, I raise my gaze to the ceiling. “Just spit it out, Royce.” His eyes narrow as he jerks his head in Taylor’s direction. “You’re still in love with him.” Not a question. A statement.
