“What?” I shake my head, as I’m giving him pointers on what his answer needs to be. “No.” “I’m sorry.” He moves his hands from my arms to my face, stopping my movement. I’m still shaking my head in the negative, unable to stop. “Red. I thought you knew. Landon can’t keep anything to himself. He tells you everything.” “He didn’t,” I halt and inhale deeply, steadying myself. “What exactly was Landon supposed to tell me?” He stares at me, the muscle in his jaw pulsing with his irritation. “I was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa just after Christmas. I got the final results on New Year’s Eve.” Oh holy hell. The same day I’d shown up at his party, wallowing in my own heartbreak and toting a case of champagne. I’d been surprised when Jonas had reciprocated my interest, readily accepting my suggestion that we go to bed together. He’d been different that night. We’d both been unable to stay away from each other, to keep from touching each other.
