She was stuck thinking about her little epiphany. She was over Aston. Completely. One hundred percent. And she’d never really been in love with him. She’d been in love with the idea of being in love. What she felt for Xander far outweighed anything she’d felt for Aston Granger. She pressed her fingers to her eyes and her heart plummeted to her feet. Stars, she was an idiot. She was hopelessly in love with a CenSec. “He must have been a fool.” The resonant voice had her turning. Her stomach clenched. Forge leaned against a table, watching her. “Who?” Keep it cool, Mal. “Aston Granger.” Forge straightened and walked closer, his gaze dropping down her body. Not in a smarmy way, but there was a malicious sort of edge to it. “A really big fool to walk away from you.” “You make a habit of eavesdropping?”
