The voice on the other end chuckled. “Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
The biting cold cut through me, but the ache in my chest was sharper. Cheers floated down from the private room upstairs. My fists clenched so hard they started to cramp.
I barely made it a few steps before Mia came scrambling after me.
“Paige, I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship! Please, don’t be mad, okay? I’ll give Danny back to you! I… I didn’t think it’d turn out like this.” Her nose was red, and she had that pitiful look.
I snorted. “Don’t bother. I’m done. Scum and trash? You two are a perfect match.”
Mia kept apologizing. “Paige, hit me! Go on, just hit me! I shouldn’t have come between you two.” Then, as if this was some drama audition, she dropped to her knees, grabbed my hand, and tried to slap herself with it.
Before she could pull it off, Danny’s hand clamped around my wrist, hard enough to make me wince. A loud slap echoed, and my cheek stung like fire.
I froze.
Danny, shaking with rage, yanked Mia into his arms and threw his coat over her.
His tone was sharp, cutting. “Paige Hart, I WARNED you not to push me.
“You’ve changed. Since when did you get so petty and competitive? You’re embarrassing me.
“I only see Mia as a sister. Tonight is the last time I’m spending with her. After this, I’m yours. Got it?”
He glared at me, his eyes—those stupid, mesmerizing eyes I used to love—full of disappointment.
My eyes stung with unshed tears.
