“How long were you guys together?” “Seven years.” Holy fuck. That’s a long time. “Do you ever miss her?” My voice was quieter than I meant for it to be. Brady grabbed a plate and pushed the eggs out of the pan onto it, followed by the bacon and toast. Then he brought the plate to where I was sitting at the table. He put it in the middle and sat across from me. His eyes met mine. God, they were so blue. It felt like he was looking right into my soul when he said, “Not even once, Collins.”
