I pinch the bridge of my nose. It’s not like her to go out on a Wednesday night. “Where’s she going?” “On a date.” White-hot anger sears a hole through the middle of my chest. I take a breath and count to five. “On a what now?” Ash laughs. “Yeah, I know. Guy must have balls of iron, right? Wouldn’t think that to look at him though.” My knuckles turn white as I grip the phone so tightly, I almost bend it in fucking half. “Who is she going on a date with?” “Toby Fiore.”
