Willow was sitting at one of the patio tables across from another female, her green eyes bright, her pink lips curved into a wide smile—a smile which she bestowed upon the waiter as he returned her card with a receipt. Kian gritted his teeth, swallowing a wave of fury. After all this time, the first laughter he’d heard from her was not for him, the first smile he’d seen on her face was not for him. Her happiness was not for him. Unacceptable.
