Chapter Seven

Ethan

Present Day

Ethan stared at her as she told him her story. He felt like his eyes were going to bug out and he was having a hard time from keeping his jaw from hitting the table.

“I tried to call you a week later, but the line was disconnected,” she finished. She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. Her green eyes were fierce. No wonder she was angry with him. He was angry with her version of him.

“That's not what happened at all,” he told her, trying his best to keep his voice level. Inside, he wanted to strangle someone.

She raised her eyebrows and took a sip from her straw. “It's not?” She didn't sound convinced.

“Not even close,” he replied. He raised his hand and signaled to the bartender for another round. He was going to need a lot more alcohol.

“So what do you think happened?” she asked, setting her drink down and crossing her arms.

“I was tied up with business all that Sunday,” he explained. “But I wanted to see you. I couldn't stop talking about you to my secretary. Yo