Page 74 of Unbridled

“I’m not sure if you noticed that I’ve been alone at the breakfast table for the last couple of weeks.”

Dylan glanced at Dani for a second before turning his attention back to Dayne. “Hard to miss.”

“So, itisan STD?” Dani fought the amusement on her face but failed. “Is it chlamydia?”

“Jesus, Danica! No.”

Her eyes bugged out. “Herpes?”

“No! It’s not a damn STD. This is why I didn’t want you in here.”

“What is it, then?” Dylan asked.

“A couple of weeks ago, I only had sex with the same two people for a whole week.”

Dani gasped dramatically and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Nooooo! That’s horrific!”

Dayne ignored her.

Dylan’s eyebrows pinched together. “Okay? So what?”

“So what?” Dayne practically shouted. “Have you ever known me to do that?”

Dylan’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling for a few seconds, as if he was searching his memory. When he looked at Dayne again, Dylan simply answered, “Not that I can recall.”

“Right. A whole damn week with the same two people and now I’m broken.”

“I still don’t understand how you’re broken,” Dylan said calmly. Too calmly, like this wasn’t an emergency.

“I’m struggling to be interested in anyone else.”

“Give it time,” his brother suggested.

“Time?” burst from Dayne. “It usually takes me less than twenty-four hours to move on. It’s been…two…damn…weeks. I haven’t had sex since they checked-out and left.”

“Who arethey, brother?” Dani asked.

“Their names don’t matter.”

“Apparently, they do to you,” Dylan murmured.

He was right. Heath and Cara mattered to him. “I need your advice on what to do in this scenario.”

“Go have sex with someone else,” Dani suggested with a shrug. “Isn’t that what you’d normally do?”

“Nothingis normal in this situation. I can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t evenlookat anyone else. I haven’t even been up to Heaven. Not once since then.”

“Okay, you were right. You’re broken,” Dani said. “Just go dig a grave and jump in. Your life as you know it is now over.”

Dayne ignored his sisteragainand kept his eyes on Dylan. “What do I do?”

“I think you have me—a humble architect—confused with a psychologist. Totally different college degree, dude.”

“I simply need advice from my brother. I’m afraid I’m turning into you.”

Dylan frowned. “What does that mean?”

“You’re locked in a committed relationship and no longer have your sexual freedom.”

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