I wiped my face with my palms and swore.
“He always had no game?” Reid asked Colt.
Colt stared me down. He’d been my best friend since we could talk. He was the only one who knew me better than I sometimes knew myself, and he knew, just like I did, that I was pushing her away on purpose.
Because it would be too easy to pull her close.
Too easy to risk it all over again.
Too easy to lose my heart.
Hell, who am I kidding?
She still had it.
She always would.