“Good.” Riley smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Take care of yourself. I’ll let you know where I end up,” he said.
Brent nodded, barely holding back the urge to cry. He couldn’t do that right now. He couldn’t guilt Riley into staying, make him feel trapped again.
Riley was a sucker for people who needed him. Brent needed him, more than he ever had, but Riley had already done too much for him.
Brent would just have to learn to stand on his own two feet.
“You too. And I expect pictures,” Brent said.
“You’ll get them.” Riley grinned at him. “Goodbye, Brent,” he said, opening the door of the RV.
“Bye, Riley.”
Brent stepped back, his heart sinking down to his stomach and his throat catching. He watched Riley climb in, settling behind the wheel before turning the engine over, the RV roaring to life.
He almost couldn’t bear to watch, but he knew he had to. He had to hold it together for a few more minutes, wait for Riley to go before he broke down.
He was stupid to think he could ever have kept Riley. No one could. Brent wasn’t anything special.
Riley had just made him feel that way.
