Max gave a mocking smile.
“So Veronica inspired you to get back in
shape. Great.”
“No.”
Edward replied immediately.
“That’s precisely what you still don’t understand.”
Max’s smile faded.
“She didn’t fix me. I didn’t have anything that needed fixing before I deserved to enjoy my own life.”
Claire glanced at Max.
Then it’s my turn.
Max let out an embarrassed laugh.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Edward handed him the trousers.
“Because you looked at me tonight and decided that my appearance proved something about Veronica.”
Max shrugged.
” Yes. ”
Edward held her gaze.
“So why are you still trying so hard to prove it?”
Max stopped smiling.
A few minutes later, Edward asked me to follow him down the corridor.
His expression had changed.
“Veronica, Max was wrong about you. But there’s something I should have told you before we arrived.”
