May's lips parted. "Mark, I don't know how to say this in a way that you'll understand…" Her chest squeezed painfully. "But I am not the woman for you."
Her eyes burned as she spoke the truth aloud. Not the woman for him—because she was already someone else's. Because her skin still prickled when she remembered the heat of Kade's gaze.
"And you get to decide that?" Mark's eyes were wild, his chest rising and falling too fast, as if she had just punched the air out of him. May's stomach twisted. She had never seen him so raw, so cornered, and there was a perverse ache in her heart that almost wanted to soothe him, to pretend she could be the woman he needed. Almost.
