She’d bet on it.
“You and Axl get along well, right?” she asked, changing the subject.
He’d done a stint working with Axl for a while, and he had nothing against the man. Honestly, he was decent and funny. It was easier working with a profiler than another straight agent, but it wasn’t the same.
“I’ve worked with a lot of people,” he said, point-blank.
He’d worked with him.
Her.
Johanna.
Brody.
He’d worked with the others, too.
Noah.
Axl.
Cam.
Duke.
And no one ever fit like Noah and Corbin. In fact, he felt safest with Corbin, and now, it was done.
Dead.
“Then we should be good.”
Yeah, no.
He was not good.
“I’m not able to work as well with someone I’m not comfortable with, and I’m not the same with them. Life was getting good. I was happy again…”
She was aware.
That’s why she really believed that there was more there under the surface for Alex, too. The man just hadn’t come to the realization that the reason it was hard to lose Noah was that he’d been in love with his best friend.
And now, he was feeling the same for Corbin. At some point, he’d figure it out.
Maybe.
As for him getting better, he had been.
Alex hadn’t been drinking, sleeping around, or making questionable choices. He began living again, and light had come back into his eyes. She’d watched him and Corbin leave to get dinner and a movie after work, and there’d been laughter.
Or go bowling.
Hell!
He was early to work, and smiling all of the time. The real him was back, and like Noah, Corbin had been able to calm the storm.
“I’m sorry, Alex. You know I don’t do this to you on purpose. Last week, it was permanent. This week, I had to change the game. I am not in control of all of the circumstances, unfortunately.”
He said nothing at first.
