Cold sweat prickled down my spine now, in this life, shocking the last shred of longing out of me.
Corey Vance, since I gave you what you wanted, then fine. This time around, we truly owe each other nothing.
Noah Abbott was still unconscious. I stepped out of the hospital to grab some food.
A piercing roar of cheers erupted from the little restaurant next door.
"Congrats to the band on another win! And congrats to Corey for scoring our Letitia's love confession!"
I froze. My gaze drifted to the group celebrating outside the restaurant entrance.
Corey stood there holding a beer bottle. Beside him, a young woman with a high ponytail had her shoulder pressed close to his.
I recognized her instantly.
Letitia Dickerson.
"What confession? Don't make stuff up."
She ducked her head shyly, but her eyes kept sneaking glances at Corey.
"I just shared my feelings with Corey, that's all. He has a family. I'd never want to come between them."
Corey's hand paused mid-drag on his cigarette. Almost reflexively, his other hand reached out to block someone from pouring her another drink.
"Exactly. Quit talking nonsense."
A few of the others looked annoyed.