“Alex, who is—”
I turn to see Jordan, standing there in his fucking underwear, and feel my chest tighten.
Austen says something about me not having room, but I remind him I have two other bedrooms available. He takes off for the hallway, and I head after him. He trails water throughout the hall, and goes into the second bedroom. The one right across from mine. Fuck.
I watch as he sits on the bed in a daze.
Is he drunk? No, I don’t think he is. He doesn’t drink much. Hasn’t since he got shitfaced in Vegas.
“Everything okay?” Jordan asks.
I clear my throat, and nod across the hall.Put some clothes on, Mackenzie, for God’s sake!
He must catch my drift because he runs across the hall and emerges wearing a pair ofmyRioters sweatpants that are too tight on him in all the right places. I clear my throat again, trying not to pay attention to the way I can see the outline of his fucking dick.
“Uh, Alex,” Austen’s voice is soft. Timid.
I’ve never seen him like this.
What the fuck happened to him?
I watch as he sets his wedding ring down on the nightstand. It speaks volumes.
I sigh as he asks me for my lawyer’s number.
My heart breaks when he says, “I need divorce papers drawn up.”
I don’t think; I just act. I take a seat next to him and I wrap my arms around him.
“Okay. We’ll talk about it in the morning, kid.”
Austen sobs. Fucking sobs in my arms, muttering about how his life’s a disaster and he losthim, and no one will ever love him that way again.
The words cut me to my core because I’ve said the same too many times in my life.
And that’s when I realize that Austen and I are not all that different.
I rub his back and let him cry. “It’s okay, kid. Let it out.”
“You should get some rest,” Mack says softly, pulling my attention.
“Okay,” Austen says.
I make a move to get up but my knee twitches and I nearly go down. Jordan’s next to me in a flash.
“I got you,” he whispers in my ear. Austen curls up on the bed, oblivious to us. To everything.
I never thought I’d hear those words from perfect Austen.
I need divorce papers drawn up.
I lost him.
Not her.Him.
“Come on, Alex,” Jordan says. “You should get some rest, too.”
I nod, letting him lead me to bed, but he doesn’t get in beside me.
