“So you’ve never loved anyone?” I question. “Not another girlfriend, your mom, your dad or a friend?” I don’t want our relationship to be a game. I knew, in the beginning, that he was just collecting me like he did everyone else. He was upfront about it, which was why I liked him. I had money and connections, so that’s why he befriended me. But I thought we’d grown beyond that. Hadn’t we? “No,” he says. “I’ve never loved anyone, Lo. I’m sorry.” Rose points at me, her glass of champagne in hand. “Let it go, Loren. I have.”
