“Shut up.” Lance Carter’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a winter wind. His cold blue eyes narrowed, a chill settling over the room. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I am ridiculous.” Shirley Carter stared right back at him, a bitter little laugh escaping her lips.
It was a laugh full of heartbreak.
“We grew up together. You liked me, I liked you—we were supposed to be together. If it hadn’t been for her coming between us, you never would’ve left me. I’m only like this because of her.”
Lance’s expression didn’t soften an inch. “I never liked you. Not like that.”
Shirley blinked, stunned.
Her already pale face drained of the last bit of color.
She tried to laugh, but it sounded broken. Tears welled up in her eyes, clinging to her lashes.
She stared at him, shaking her head. “That’s not true. You did like me. Things only changed after Adelina Lane showed up.”
“I’ve only ever seen you as a sister, Shirley. That’s it. Nothing more. Not ever.”
Lance’s voice was icy, each word like a shard of glass slicing through Shirley’s heart.
She lowered her gaze, pain spreading from her chest to her whole body, making her breath catch.
No matter how many times she heard it, it hurt the same.
He kept going, relentless. “All my life, I’ve never treated you as anything but family—if anything, I’ve been more careful with you than most people are with their siblings. I never crossed the line, not once.”
“I don’t know what made you think I had feelings for you. I told you years ago how I felt.”
“We both have our own lives now, our own families. I thought you’d moved on, but you’re still like this. And now you’re dragging Ethan into it? There’s no line you won’t cross.”


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