“Jesus, how can someone so smart be so blind?” Chris says with a tired sigh. “Of course I have feelings for you, Jessa. I’ve had feelings for you for years.”
“Because by the time I worked up the courage to say something, you started dating Dane. And the moment you were free of that fucker, you went and found yourself another asshole to take his place.”
“No?” Chris asks, his expression hard. “Being a murderer isn’t enough to make someone an asshole now? You simply must give me your newly revised rulebook to being a good person.”
I don’t like this Chris. The hard-faced, steely-toned man whose mouth turns down at the ends. I barely recognize him like this.
“We’ve been best friends for forever, Chris,” I say softly. “I never suspected that you wanted more.”
“Now?” I ask, truly baffled by
