Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

“I need to say something,” Damon said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

Jake did not move his hand from mine. He tapped his spoon against the edge of his water glass, a slow, warning beat that made Damon pause and look down at the floor.

“Go ahead,” Jake said, his voice level and cold.

Damon looked at me, his eyes rimmed with red and his collar continue reading …