Celeste studied her. The calmness of the spa made her friend's confession stand out more starkly. "Why? That makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense." Amara's tone was light, but her fingers tightened around the cup. "If I leave first, I can control it. If I stay, I'm just… waiting for the moment he realizes I'm not worth sticking around for."
"That's not—" Celeste began, but Amara cut her off with a grin.
"Come on, don't give me that look. You know I'm right." She sipped her tea like it was a final word, but her leg bounced under the table, betraying her.
Celeste leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You're not right. You're just scared."
"I'm realistic," Amara corrected, her voice dropping. "You've got Dominic. He's… one in a million. Guys like that don't show up twice. I'm not going to gamble with the fact that if I start caring, I'll lose anyway."
