Chapter 4

Davis walked into the kitchen that evening with the kind of smile that used to make my heart skip. Now it just made my stomach turn.

"Great news, babe," he said, loosening his tie with theatrical flourish. "My parents want to host a celebration dinner this Sunday. For the Henderson account I just closed."

I kept my expression neutral, continuing to chop vegetables for dinner. "That's wonderful. Your mother rarely hosts anymore."

"She's really excited about it. Says the whole family should be there—Uncle Raymond, Cousin Jake, everyone." He moved closer, his hand briefly touching my shoulder. The contact felt…