Chapter 23

Bruce’s POV I watched quietly, leaning back in my chair. One thing was clear as day: Everett Robinson—this complete rookie when it came to love—didn’t have the faintest clue he was already head over heels for Scarlett. “Everett, you’ve figured it out now, haven’t you?” I asked, studying him. He snapped out of whatever miserable thought spiral he was caught in and forced a bitter smile. “You probably won’t believe it even if I say it… But I really messed up. Big time.” “At least you know you screwed up. That counts for something.” I lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag. Smoke curled lazily into the air between us. “If you’re finally clear about how you feel about her, then you should be thinking about how to win her back.” “I just… I just don’t know where to start…” he mumbled, eyes downcast. His lashes cast long shadows over his face, making him look even more pitiful. "Come on, man. Chasing a woman isn’t rocket science." I smirked, the cigarette dangling from my lips. “She was your wif