Ethanfelt physically ill all of a sudden.
“That’sright,” Blake said, his tone dropping so low, Ethan barely heard him. “I knewfrom the beginning that you were nothing special. So, don’t feel bad for mebecause I made sure that I got what I needed. And it damn sure wasn’t fromyou.”
WhenBlake finally stormed out, Ethan stared at the closed door for a moment, hisstomach churning. Once he was convinced Blake wasn’t coming back, Ethan leanedagainst the door and closed his eyes.
Hadthat really happened?
Blakehad been fucking around on him? Honestly, Ethan didn’t care about that part ofit. No, his mind was still replaying Blake’s statement:I knew from thebeginning that you were nothing special.
Partof him was starting to believe that.
Aminute later, he let all of his anger out with a brutal roar, one that made histhroat hurt and his head ache.
Thiswas the exact fucking reason why he didn’t have relationships.
Theynever worked out.
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“Mindif I stop by?” Beau asked Zane when he answered the phone.
Goingstraight home hadn’t been an option for Beau. He knew he’d just sit and stewover what just happened, and it would make him nuts. So, he had stopped histruck in front of Walker Demolition and chose to call Zane.
“Surething, bro.” Zane sounded oddly happy to hear from him.
Nowthat Beau thought about it, he hadn’t talked to Zane in a while. Nothing morethan the brief interactions they’d had over the last few weeks. Hell, how longhad it been since he stopped by Zane and V’s to see how they were doing?
“I’llbe there in a couple of minutes,” he told his friend and then disconnected thecall.
Fiveminutes later he was pulling up to Zane’s house. By the time he reached thefront door, Zane was standing there waiting for him. As he moved through thefront door, Zane slapped him on the back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Goodmood?” he asked Zane, trying not to laugh.
“Always.”
Thatwas kinda true, Beau thought. He must’ve been spending so much time with Ethanthat he forgot how different the brothers were. Where Ethan was moody andmysterious, Zane was cheerful. Not to mention, Zane was an open book.
“Beer?”
“Absolutely,”Beau answered, glancing around the loft-style house. “Where’s V?”
“Zoey’s,”Zane answered. “She went over to see Mason.”
“How’she doing?”
“Perfect,”Zane said with a grin. “He’s giving Kaleb a run for his money.”
Beaucocked an eyebrow, waiting for Zane to explain further.
“Somethingcalled colic, V said. No idea what that means, but he’s got it and he’s keepingKaleb from getting his beauty sleep.”
Beaulaughed at Zane’s vivid description.
“Sit,”Zane motioned toward the living room before handing Beau a beer.
Beaudropped onto the couch and let his body relax for the first time in what feltlike days.
“How’sit going?”
