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matter?” he asked in a softer voice.

Chase swallowed. “You and I have a history. I know how you feel about Sabrina. I don’t want you

to be in a situation you don’t want to be in.”

Ethan leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He rubbed his hands

together and closed his eyes.

Chase resisted the urge to pace the room. He studied the design in the oriental rug between his

feet. Was he ruining his friendship by asking? Was it already ruined because of the situation? Not a lot

bothered Ethan, at least on the surface. His thoughts ran deep and wide, though he didn’t share them a

lot.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt a little,” Ethan said after a long, drawn-out silence. His voice

was quiet and low. “But I care too much about both of you to want anything to be different. You have

to get married. You need to protect Sabrina. No one else can do that like you can.” He looked up and

searched Chase’s eyes. “Life doesn’t always turn out the way we expect or hope it will.” He

shrugged. “But I’d rather be with the two of you as I am than not be with you at all.”

Chase let out the breath he was holding. “I’m glad.”

He gave a sharp nod. “Are we done with the serious shit now?”

Chase laughed. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“I think Mom wanted to take Sabrina dress shopping this afternoon.”

Ethan’s eyebrow twitched. “Wedding dress?”

Chase nodded and Ethan groaned and shook his head. “The whole week’s gonna be like this, isn’t

it?”

“Yup.”

Ethan chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “I suppose it’s better than crawling through a jungle

being eaten alive by giant mosquitoes.”

Chase and Ethan walked into the room as Sylvia finished up her questions. Sabrina gave a silent sigh

of relief when she saw Chase’s emotions were back to normal. He glanced at Ethan and they

exchanged warm looks before they sat down on the couch, Chase next to Sabrina and Ethan on the

other side of Chase.

“You okay?” she asked.

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