“Our relationship, or whatever this is”—I gestured between us—“shouldn’t come between my relationship with him.” You’re making a bad decision, Jasper. My conscience kept pounding away at me. “If you’re happy, I won’t interfere—” “That isn’t good enough,” I snapped urgently. “You can’t expect me to sit idle and watch you be hurt. That’s a promise I can’t make. But if you’re happy with him…” He drifted off on a swallow as if preparing for the pain of his next words. “If he’s good to you, then you have nothing to worry about from me.”
