Chris smirked and shook his head, still staring at the picture. “Uh, no, I don’t,” he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. I’m good,” he replied, glancing around the room with a hint of amusement in his eyes. That’s not going to help anyone.”
John looked at Sarah, confusion etched on his face. “Same old, same old. He watched as Sarah brought his father to the brink, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. But the scent of Chris’s cologne on her skin and the disheveled state of her appearance gnawed at him, leaving him with a sense of unease that he couldn’t shake off. Was she laughing with Chris over drinks at some trendy bar? “I’m just taking her out for a good time.”
John gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of anger at Chris’s casual arrogance. He knew that things were never going to be the same between him and Sarah again. I’m a lucky guy to be going out with her tonight.”
John felt a pang of jealousy at the compliment, but he tried to keep his cool.
