Max’s smile faded.
“She didn’t fix me. There was nothing wrong with me that needed fixing before I deserved to enjoy my own life.”
Claire glanced at Max. Then at me. Max gave an uncomfortable laugh. “What does any of that have to do with me?”
Edward handed him the trousers. “Because you looked at me tonight and decided my appearance proved something about Veronica.”
Max shrugged. “It does.”
Edward held his gaze. “Then why are you still trying so hard to prove it?”
Max stopped smiling.
A few minutes later, Edward asked me to step into the hallway. His expression had changed. “Veronica, Max was wrong about you. But there’s something I should have said before we came.”
“What?”
“You asked me because you thought showing up with a man who looks like me would prove something to Max.”
My face warmed. “I know.”
“I agreed because I hoped you would realize it wouldn’t.”
