“I am not the girl at the barbecue,” Tahli shook her head gently. “And I am not the woman you were married to for fifteen years. I am something else, now. A different version of them both.” His stare revealed comprehension. “At your doing…and my own,” Tahli admitted, causing Vin to nod, eyes lowering to the ground with the next hit of weed he took. “You sent Robin Thicke,”
