Dylan finally stopped to catch his breath, resting his forehead on her shoulder. Then he lifted his gaze and said, his voice raspy, “I can explain, Olivia. There's nothing between Gina and me! Why haven't you asked me about it?"

"Asked you about what?" Olivia replied with a bitter smirk, leaning back against the door.

“Dylan, you said you'd be gone for five days when you left! But you were away for almost two months. You weren't just comforting Gina's dad-you were taking care of her, emotionally and physically. So why can't I go on a blind date if you can jet off to nurse some stranger? Huh? Tell me, what on earth is the relationship between you and me? If you still care about me, why would you be at Gina's side and leave Leyla and me hanging for almost two months?"

Dylan met her eyes and said flatly, "Because Gina doesn't have much time left."

His voice was hushed. "The cancer has spread to her brain. She might only have three or four months left, maybe less. I'm sorry, Olivia."