Vincent’s POV
My heart lurched violently the second she said that, my head snapped to the side so fast to look at her. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t think about it,” she said dismissively.
I stared at her. Was she kidding me? “How am I not supposed to think about this?”
She shrugged and looked toward where Mikayla was walking back with the crew. “Food first,” she said. “Think later.”
I stared at her for another second, trying to figure out if she understood what she had just done to me.
Because I don’t want you to be with another woman.
She had said it so simply and calmly but it kept replaying in my head like a love song. Why was she brushing it off like it was nothing?
We left for the restaurant, Rachel and I took a car, the rest of the crew came on their own.
The restaura
