oice hoarse. "Mr. Lest

ndrew, please. It'

was crying or what was wrong. He just sat with me,

here?" I finally a

he said, gesturing vaguely toward t

rless sound. "Thinking ab

us. "I might have a proposition for y

ood for games

get married for years. There's a significant trust fund that I can only fu

"You're asking

ould set terms, a contract. And when the time is right, we could have a qui

om Ryan. From the endless c

ane. It wa

s per

voice barely a whis

urreal, like I was watching a scene from a movie. But as we walked out, the fl

a meeting with a wedding planner. We were planning the

ver cut us off, forcing An

s side. Nicole was in the p

of the car and banged on th

you wan

the worn denim jacket I was wearin

college during a weekend trip. It was a symbol of our shared history, a history

, I just

to him. He smirked, victorious, and tossed it to N

a pang of loss. Instead, I felt nothing

e and pulled back onto the road. But instead of heading

said, getting

. He picked out two beautiful, custom-made leather jacke

ckets," he said, handing his

him. He had seen Ryan's power play with the old jacket. H

onder if Andrew Lester knew a lot more