Chapter 21

"So­who is she?" Shana asked as Jared continued to pace in the small suite. He didn't want to go outside and see Thad putting his hands on Felicity. It would be too much. He'd lose it.

"What?" He was barely paying attention to anything around him.

"The girl. The one you brought here." Shana's accusatory tone was laced with hurt. That, and nothing else, got his attention. He stopped pacing. His feet were rooted to the expensive white carpet. He was hurting Shana, his ex-girlfriend, his friend. This was not who he was. He didn't hurt people.

"Shana, she's­Felicity," he said. There weren't words to describe what she was, and as a lawyer if he was at a loss for words, it meant something.

Shana smoothed her red satin dress and looked away as she eased into one of the chairs by the door. For a long moment, her gaze was distant, seeing things he could not. A rueful smile finally played with the corners of her mouth.

"You're with her?"

"No­yesI don't know." He flung himself into the chai