I should be grateful. The last thing I need is him setting my soul on fire while I’m trying to chill out. And yet… I can’t deny there’s a flicker of disappointment burning inside too. Pathetic. I shake my head at myself as I gather my things. He’s Anthony’s best friend. Off limits. Even if he weren’t, he’s five years younger than me and Dublin’s most notorious playboy. I’ve watched him leave more nightclubs than I can count with a different woman on his arm—blonde, brunette, redhead, take your pick. And every single time, it’s cut way deeper than any of Anthony’s betrayals.
