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tears stinging my eyes, but he blocked me with his bulk, his hand grabbing my wrist. “Cat. Wait.”
    “Just let me go.” I yanked my arm but he held fast. When I realized I was staring at the floor, shielding my tears and humiliation from him, I resented it. So I forced my head up defiantly.
    His eyes shuttered. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I’m just used to seeing you differently. I like your hair unruly. Free. Like you.”
    Aware that any minute now someone would want to come in or out of the garage, I bit my lip. “I’m not unruly anymore.”
    The hallway we were standing in was narrow and dark. Intimate. He lifted his hand and his fingers hovered next to my face, but he didn’t actually touch me. “No?” he asked. “Then that’s a shame. I loved that about you.”
    Loved. As in past tense, and not what I wanted to hear anyway. I wanted to know that everything he had ever said was the truth, but he wasn’t giving me that. Emotions coursed through me, along with the whiskey. I closed my eyes briefly, the ache in my chest profound.
    “Were you going to tell me you were here?” I asked when I opened them again, my voice husky.
    “It crossed my mind.” His voice was low too and his hip was brushing against mine. “But after what you did, I wasn’t sure you would want to see me.”
    That snapped me out of the seductive haze simmering around us. “What? Did what? What did I do?” I asked, confused and bewildered.
    But suddenly the door behind me to the garage yanked open and loud voices pummeled me. “Whoa, sorry, what up, Caitlyn?”
    I turned and saw Colton and another guy I recognized from the fraternity, another pre-law major. “Hey,” I said distractedly.
    When I looked back to Heath, wanting answers, he was already backing up. “I’ll catch you later,” he said.
    “No.” I meant I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to discuss what he had said and what I had allegedly done, because I hadn’t done a damn thing that would have made him angry with me. I needed to know the answers as to why he’d left me alone to fend for myself. He shrugged, like it didn’t matter to him whether he’d see me later or not.
    “How’s your mom?” he asked.
    Heath had been one of the few foster kids who had connected in any way with my mother. She had liked him, and he had treated her with kindness, helping her find whatever she had randomly lost that day and fixing her breakfast along with his own. It meant a lot that he asked. “She’s okay,” I said, throat tight. “She’s in a… nice place in Rockland.” A home. She was in a home for the mentally impaired, but I didn’t want the two guys jostling past me to hear that.
    He nodded. “I’m glad to hear that.”
    Ethan appeared behind Heath. “Hey, I was wondering where you went.” He looked between Heath and me, tone casual but clearly suspicious. “Why are you crowded in the doorway? Come in and sit down and hang out.”
    “It’s okay, I’m leaving.” Heath gave me a look I didn’t understand. “Bye, Cat.”
    Was that a real goodbye? A forever goodbye?
    But I had no answers. I couldn’t accept that.
    Except I couldn’t follow him, couldn’t demand he explain.
    It was Homecoming and there were eyes everywhere and Ethan’s hand was slipping into mine.
    “So is he a student here now?” Ethan asked, stroking my hand and the engagement ring with his thumb.
    “He said no.” I stared at Ethan, wanting him to pull me back to the present. Take me out of the past, with all its pain and heartbreak and back into the now where everything was stable, predictable, well-planned.
    “Did you have sex with him?” Ethan asked, catching me off guard.
    He had never asked me details about my past boyfriends. He’d known I was almost a virgin, had known I needed him to go slow. But he had never asked who the one guy was and I had appreciated that.
    That he just asked now, so boldly, in the hallway, unnerved me. “What?” I knew I should