Page 80 of All My Heart

“Nice,” Jameson said.

I pulled up the pictures and passed my phone around.

“She's moving there?” Wes asked.

“She plans to flip it, but she said she might keep it.” My throat tightened at the idea of her being permanently tied to a state so far away from me.

“Do you always fall in love with your first flip, or is that not the right saying?” Jameson joked.

“My cabin was her first renovation.” Not exactly a flip because I hadn't decided what I was going to do with it.

Wes smacked me on the arm. “Did she make over you too? You seem more outgoing, less antisocial since she's been in the picture.”

Teddy dipped his head slightly. “I found him hiding out in his cabin, and now he's working the farm. So it must be true. I'm sure I didn't bring this out in him.”

“I wanted to stay busy. There's nothing wrong with helping out on the farm. At least until I get a job.”

“Is that what you want?” Dad asked.

“I haven't decided yet. I enjoyed renovating the cabin with Luna, and it changed what I was thinking about.”

Teddy raised a brow. “Didn't you offer to do it with her?”

“She said she wanted to start the business on her own.” It hurt that she didn't want me to be involved, but I understood why.

“Are you going to do the same thing? Get into construction or flipping houses?”

“Maybe.” I wanted to be close to my family, but I also wanted to see Luna. I had to keep reminding myself she never said she liked me, much less that she had fallen in love with me.

“How did you leave things?” Wes asked.

I was starting to feel like a broken record, repeating the same things over and over again, Unfortunately, the repetition didn't make things clearer for me or them. “She's going home to start her new business. She was excited to go.”

Wes winced. “You didn't talk about your relationship.”

My jaw tightened. “We didn't have one. We just enjoyed each other's company.”

Jameson's lips twitched. “Uh-huh. That's why you're here looking like someone kicked your puppy.”

“She wants to do it on her own,” I repeated stubbornly. I was giving her space, doing what any good man would do, even if it tore him apart inside. Now that I wasn't busy, and my brothers were questioning me, I couldn't escape the pain.

Dad lifted his beer, then hesitated to drink it. “Yeah, but you could go for a visit, extend your time together, see what you want, or where it could go.”

I sighed. “The reality is that she doesn't feel the same way about me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Wes asked with all the confidence of a man who was married to his best friend and the love of his life.

“I'm positive she didn't say how she felt.”

Jameson pointed at me. “Yeah, but you didn't tell her either.”

Is it possible she was afraid to tell me her feelings because she didn't know where I stood. “She had plenty of opportunity.”

“So did you,” Wes unhelpfully pointed out.

My head ached. “This isn't getting us anywhere.”

“I think you need to talk. I know you haven't had a relationship in a while. But communication is key,” Dad said.

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