Page 142 of The Heart You Kept

I swallow the lump in my throat, please don’t say it.

“Is he one of Prescott’s guards?”

I can’t lie.

“He is,” I murmur.

“So you’re with Prescott now?”

“Pascal,” I whisper. “No.”

His eyes search mine. “You left me because you kissed him.”

“No. He’s not the reason we broke up.”

“But you are seeing him and it’s been all of three weeks?”

“I’m not. I swear to you.”

“He’s with the princess, Alora.” He screws up his face in disgust. “So you’re going to be his side chick?”

“No,” I snap.

He gives a disgusted shake of his head. “So how long were you thinking about him while you were with me?”

From the minute I saw him.

“Pascal, you’re a really great man. You deserve better than what we were together.”

“Did you sleep with him?” His eyes turn murderous. “Were you and he fucking while you were with me?”

“It’s not like that,” I stammer.

“That’s exactly how it is.” He slams his hand down on the table, making me jump. “That fucking asshole,” he cries.

“Everything alright here?” Philippe asks.

Pascal’s heartbreak is palpable and guilty tears fill my eyes, physically I’ve done nothing but yes, I was definitely thinking of Edward while I was with him. “Pascal was just leaving.”

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” Pascal spits as he stands. “I hope he breaks your heart like you have mine.” He marches from the restaurant.

My shoulders slump in disappointment, that couldn’t have gone worse.

Philippe gives me a sympathetic smile as if only now understanding what has just happened. “Can I get you anything, Miss Sorenson?” he asks softly.

“I’m going to have another drink before I go up to my room.”

“Alright.” He calls for the server. “I’ll just be over at my table. Edward will call me to check on you in two minutes anyway.”

Why?

“How many times has he called you to check on me today?” I ask.

“At least ten.”

Hmm, I need intel…. All of it.

“Will you sit down and have a drink with me?” I ask.