She hoped what her eyes saw through that window had deceived her, but Tory was too much a realist to distrust her senses. After all, her senses had protected her too many times to count. And a lifetime of experience with those senses had taught her that all boys were the same, that none of them should be trusted.
Had she been so silly to believe Miguel would be any different?
She had been silly. Senseless and unguarded; something she swore never to become. Why else would seeing him kiss Sam shatter her heart, and turn her love into poison?