“Be my guest. Honestly, after spending so many years with her, I’m kind of tired of it.”
His joke wasn’t funny.
“What are you doing blocking the doorway? Playing thief?”
Emily walked in, her high heels clicking, disdain written on her face.
I shook my head.
She glanced at me, said nothing more, and brushed past me into the room.
“Emily.”
The moment she appeared, Ryan’s eyes only had room for her.
“Emily, you took forever in the bathroom. Claire, you’re here too? You’re late.”
A few friends greeted me casually, but they were quick to arrange Ryan and Emily side by side.
“Let’s play a game!”
Some of our old friends suggested Truth or Dare, that favorite teenage pastime.
The first round landed on Ryan.
He chose truth.
“Is there someone here you like?”
Ryan smiled, sneaking glances at Emily again and again.
“There is.”
Everyone had already seen his lovestruck posts online—they were just teasing.
But I couldn’t bring myself to smile.
The second round landed on Emily.
“You have to pick a dare! Choose a guy here and share a drinking challenge with him!”
Ryan looked at her, his gaze bold and heated.
The same gaze he gave me at our wedding when I was twenty-eight.