Alexander held me close against his side as we fought our way through the crowd. Neither of us spoke a single word to the reporters, and to shield my reaction from the relentless camera flashes, he pulled his jacket around me, effectively hiding my face.
We finally reached his car, and the driver pulled away immediately, leaving the reporters shouting futilely on the sidewalk. The sudden silence in the car was almost suffocating. I could feel Alexander's gaze on me as I stared down at my shoes, trying to process the news.
And then, to my own surprise, I started to laugh.
It was so completely ridiculous. After everything David had done to try to get me back, he was running to Amanda?
Her reputation had been utterly shattered, and he’d worked so hard to salvage his own. Yet,
