“I said that we’re done when I say we’re done. Did I say we were done?” “No?” He took her hand again. “No.” Ivy’s heart swelled. There was just too much inside and it came out as a cry. Laughter. Tears. Relief. Maybe even love. Maybe right then, she fell in love with Tate Ledger. Real love. Or maybe she’d fallen months ago. On the dance floor at Treason.
