“God. I haven’t even thought about anyone finding out. I mean, Maddox knows. But he’s different. The media? The fucking paparazzi.” “They never have to know.” “My mother.” And what could I say to that? Nothing. Not a freaking thing. I turned back to the ceiling, a sinking feeling in my stomach. What did you just say, Steve? Ten seconds ago? No regrets? Yeah, well . . . regret lodged itself right under my ribs, like a barb.
