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“You’re a good man, Beck.” A much better man than I am. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Fuck off.” He fires up an engine in the background. “We step up for family, even when it’s hard.” There’s a pause as he mumbles to Cam. “Especiallywhen it’s hard.”

God, I feel shitty. “You should have heard her voice.” I’m almost in tears now. “All she’s ever done is try to be there for him.”

“It was always going to come to this, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I should have fucking known. I’m batting a thousand on failures here. “I’m sorry,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as I move through the boarding line. A flight attendant gives me a pitying look.

“What the fuck are you sorry for?”

“That you have to deal with this.” That’s not why I’m sorriest. “For everything my dickhead dad ever said to you.”

Beck snorts. “You’re not your dad, Trent. You don’t owe me a goddamn apology.”

“Still—”

“Just focus on getting there quick.”

“I will.”

“And Trent?”

“Yeah?”

“When this is all over, I’m gonna need to hear about this sex island.”

CHAPTER 18

SARA

The next several days swish by in a blur. After trying to change up my flight to go help, Trent sent me a text that was clear and succinct.

Please stay there. The best way to help is to leave me to deal with my family.

I try not to let the words sting. Not just the fact that he’s shutting me out, but the fact that I was engaged tobecomeTrent’s family.

Today would have been our wedding day.

How’s that for a cruel twist of fate?

Hell, just a few days ago, I still thought Logan and I could form our own sort of family with Trent. That we could figure out some way to forge a new union. Our own brand of family, the three of us working to build a shared life.

What a joke.

“Hey.” Logan approaches behind me, nuzzling the back of my neck. “You okay?”

I’m not surprised he found me here. I’ve taken to spendingtime staring out at the sea. It makes me feel closer to Trent. To my Navy SEAL sweetheart who’s always felt calmer near water.

Turning to Logan, I sigh. “Not really.” It’s a blessing how honest I can be with him. “Today’s pretty rough.”

“I figured it might be.” He looks at his watch. “The ceremony would have started in an hour, huh?”

“Yeah.” I’m touched he remembered. Not just the date, but the time. “Guess I’m just grieving a little.”

“Totally understandable.” His wide, hazel eyes are like clear pools of kindness. “I see that a lot here, if that makes you feel less alone.”

“It kinda does.” Guess I’m in the right place to be mourning the loss of a marriage that won’t happen. “Have you heard from Trent?”

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