Jeffrey clenched his fists.
It wasn't that he suspected Heather of anything. Their breakup had been clean, amicable, even. She had wanted out, and he hadn't stopped her. At the time, he had been too lost, too drained, his bank account dwindling, his pride shattered.
He didn't fight for her, and she hadn't expected him to.There had been no bitterness, no lingering resentment. And there was no way she could know that he was with Joanne now—the same woman his grandfather had once chosen for him.
So why did Philip bring her up?
Jeffrey's gut twisted.
Philip's expression gave nothing away. "This is your last chance," his grandfather said before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Jeffrey stood there, his mind churning.
The world suddenly felt too small, too connected in ways that made him uneasy.
Was this all a coincidence? Or was something bigger at play?
Philip Winchester never spoke without reason.
Which meant…
