“I’m sorry, I just…this is wrong…and what if we’re just not right for each other?” My breathing does a weird dive. His nose flares. “I promise you we are.” He checks on Tony over at the door, then back to me. “I don’t know how to do this…” I drop my gaze. “I don’t want to break up with you again, but I just…” Thatcher is about to speak, but Charlie’s brows jump sky-high. “Again?”
