Tina stormed off. Her best friend didn't even try to call her back. Instead, she gave Weston a solid kick and hissed, "You ever heard of thinking before you speak? Or did you swallow garbage today because

that's what it sounded like!"

Weston ran a hand through his hair and hurried after Tina.

Tina had barely stepped out of the bar when Weston caught her by the arm, his voice low and apologetic, "I messed up. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You didn't mess up," Tina said, "You're right. Guys are often led by their desires, but Phillip's not like that."

"Okay, okay, he's a saint then," Weston quickly backed down, not wanting to push her further. "So why are you mad? You scared me."

It wasn't that Tina thought Phillip was some playboy. She knew better than that.

She suddenly realized, whether it was his indulgence or his tenderness, it was all because she was his fiancee.

way if

was something she'd

if she didn't love

to propose on my behalf. I'll tell them I love you, and you love me, and if

of your mind?" Tina looked

just can't

toward a figure

blending with the night. His gaze settled on her wrist, still in Weston's

chill of late

rustling trees and the rowdy street unable to fend off the

pulled her hand back and

out a white cashmere scarf, shifting his gaze from Weston, and wrapped it

colder today."

scarf was soft and warm. Tina stood still, locking her eyes

range, Tina was sure he had

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