Theresa sat back, swirling the last of her wine. "He should've fought for me. Instead, he made me invisible."
There was a flicker of something more in her. She sounded so raw, with a proof of what she still felt. She felt something, yet she was so ashamed of it
Landon noted it. "Do you still love him?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she glanced toward the dusty mirror behind the bar, where her reflection looked back at her, older, and lonelier.
"I don't know. Maybe I just want to be the one he can't forget. The one that ruins every other woman who walks into his life," she said honestly.
Landon leaned back in his chair and looked at her for a long moment. "Well, good news. You're already ruining one."
Theresa didn't smile, but her lips quirked slightly, in a way that told him she knew she was dangerous and liked it.
Landon leaned back in his chair and looked at her for a long moment. "Well, good news. You're already ruining one."
