Three is a War (Tangled Lies, #3)

by Pam Godwin

After a while, Trace emerges from the bathroom and returns to bed in a pair of boxer briefs. He slides in behind me, aligning his body along the length of mine with my chest against Cole’s side and my head on his shoulder. “Happy Birthday, Danni.” Trace kisses my neck, telling me with his lips that he loves me. And I silently cry.

“It doesn’t matter.” I climb onto his lap, desperate to hold him. “I love you. “I know you do.” He folds his arms around me, pulling my chest against his and tucking my head beneath his chin. “But you love him more.”

“I lost you, baby. I lost you the morning I got into that cab and left you crying on the porch.” He pulls me against him, his embrace constricting and his mouth at my ear. “I’m not giving up. I’m letting you go.”