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“Fuck her. Everything she’s saying is bullshit—you know this. So, stop focusing on Daisy and what you can do to repair things. It takes two, Kendall, and she’s made no effort. Instead, all she’s done is blame you for everything.” He nodded toward the house. “Tonight is about us, not her.”

He was right.

I couldn’t sit here and dwell on something I had no control over. When Daisy was finally able to see that she wasn’t the innocent party in this mess, maybe that was when things would change between us. Until then, we’d just have to continue with the way things were.

That made me even unhappier, but I had no other choice.

I gave him a smile, knowing that was what he wanted to see. “Let’s go eat.”

I followed him inside, draining the rest of my wine, and headed straight to the bar to retrieve the bottle, carrying it to the table. When I noticed Dominick’s glass on the counter by the grill, I went out and got it, filling both as I came back in.

He’d set the platters in the center of the tab