They were together. Right now. He’d seen them in the restaurant. Imogen waving to him as if he was an absolute fool. As if he didn’t know what they did together. James sitting near her, leaning back in his chair, arrogant as you like.
A new thought punctured Dylan in the gut. They shagged in the restaurant too. All those hours together, going over the plans for the new business. Just the two of them in the building. For weeks.
His throat felt thick with hurt and anger. He’d been such an idiot. He’d blithely gone on with his life without even noticing what was taking place right under his nose. What is probably taking place right now, he suddenly realized with a sickening lurch. The restaurant wasn’t yet open. They were the only two in there. He’d almost let them get away with it again.
He stopped suddenly and took a few furious breaths. In that moment, the procession moved on. He felt a detachment from them. He had a physical pull to go back to the restaurant. To stop it, break it, before it completely broke him. For his own sanity, his own dignity, he had to confront them.
The procession was now even further away. A few people glanced up, bemused at why he wasn’t following.
Dylan didn’t notice any of them as he turned and strode back up the high street.