Page 37 of Agony of Our Regret

They had? He had?

Why was he acting as if he’d been in touch with everyone this whole time? Like he went away for a weekend, not years?

Was all really forgiven?

I’d hoped so, but that was before the accident and before I knew how much was at stake.

Maybe the guys were all good with each other. That was what I’d desperately wanted, but I hadn’t ever expected it to happen. At least not for a few months, or years, of working through things. Likely in a therapist's office.

I was on good terms with each of them individually, but it had been a long, long time since we’d all been together. Since Cabo.

It was immature, but I thought there’d be fights. Yelling.

Not bro hugs and laughter.

Then again, Noah just accused us of lying, so perhaps I just needed to wait a minute.

“Me too.” Noah’s glare hadn’t yet reached its full potential, and I didn’t appreciate him aiming it at me.

“Lying about what?” Gavin asked.

“You tell us.” Noah tilted his chin toward me. “You guys said she was fine after the accident.”

“I am,” I argued. “My ankle is still a little tender sometimes. My ribs will take a while to heal, but all things considered, I’m doing great.”

“Then why did I have another vision of you kneeling over a toilet with those two comforting you?” He eyed Gavin and Luca.

I laughed, relieved it was something so easy to explain. “I was sick after. The doctor thought it was related to the concussion.”

“I don’t see the past, Ave,” Noah deadpanned.

Shit. Right.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Luca jumped in. “Throwing up isn’t something to worry about.”

“Yeah, it could just be the flu season coming up.”

Noah stared them down. “Nothing else is going on?”

“I’m fine.” I prayed that wasn’t a lie. Sky said nothing, so I continued. “It could be food poisoning too.”

Vince eyed us. “You’re sure your injuries weren’t serious?”

“Yes,” I promised.

“Then why won’t Luca stop touching you?” Noah dropped his gaze to where Luca’s hand wrapped around my hip.

I hadn’t even noticed the touch. It was so familiar these days. He and Gavin were more protective, more physical, lately.

“I noticed that,” Vince agreed.

Luca chuckled. “Jealous.”

Vince cocked a brow. “Do I have something to be jealous of?” He sounded confused and turned to me. “I thought we were good.”

“There’s a difference between things being settled and amicable between all of us, andbeingtogether,” Gavin spoke before I could even think.

“What?” Sky jerked back.

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