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I take a small amount of pride from being able to box him in at least once this evening. He can’t say no since it isn’t like anyone is under arrest, but at the same time, when he says yes, he’s admitting there’s no win for him. And he’ll have no choice but to wait for Cooper and me to finish saying our goodbyes.
Take that, Trent Hennington.
“No problem at all.”
Trent lets Cooper exit, and we head toward my door. “I’m sorry,” he says looking over at Trent, who is leaning against the car watching us.
“Don’t be. It wasn’t like you planned this.”
Cooper takes my hands in his. “I know, but this couldn’t have gone any worse.”
“Yeah, having to be rescued by my ex wasn’t high on the list of things I wanted to do today.”
“Will you let me make this up to you?”
The million-dollar question. I like Cooper. He’s been a friend forever, and my accepting a make-up date isn’t wrong. So, why does it feel like I’m cheating on Trent? It’s insane and completely ridiculous. My eyes drift over to where he stands. Trent’s eyes are unmoving as he stares at me. He doesn’t have to say a word. I hear him through the silence. He’s asking me to say no.
“Please?” Cooper brushes his thumb across my knuckles. “I’m not blind, Grace. I see your hesitation. I’m asking for you to give this a fraction of a chance.”
Trent clears his throat, and when my eyes find him again, all pretense of relaxation has melted away from his posture. “I hate to interrupt this”—his eyes flick to where Cooper’s hand is on mine—“touching scene, but I’m on duty, which means I need to get back to work.”
I nod in his direction and turn back to Cooper. I’m not sure what about that statement helped me decide, but there’s no way I’m turning Cooper away tonight. Who knows if things might have been great had the tire not blown. I sure as hell don’t. But I do know that the man by the car has hurt me more times than I can count. I gave him a second chance and then a thirtieth chance. Cooper deserves at least one.
“I would love to try again,” I say with a big smile.
Chapter 7
Trent
I’ve never beena possessive guy.
I had two younger brothers who stole my toys, friends, and anything else they could grab. But we lived by a code when it came to girls. We would never go after a girl the other brother dated.
I like to think of this as a man’s code. Something weallfollow. I wouldn’t sleep with a married woman because that’s another man’s woman. It’s wrong.
Cooper is breaking every goddamn man code I know.
He knows that Grace is mine.
He just doesn’t give a shit.
He climbs back in the cruiser after kissing Grace on the cheek. I swear I might have used deadly force if he touched her lips. The life sentence would’ve been worth it.
We sit in silence as I try to assemble my thoughts. It’s high time I let him know what I think. I promised Grace I’d let her be, and I won’t break that promise, but I didn’t say shit about him.
Once we’re out of the view of her house, I throw the car in park and turn to him.
“What the hell?” he asks, trying to mask his surprise.
“I figured it was time we had a talk.”
I don’t know how this conversation will go, I didn’t plan very far ahead, but I’ve got things I need to say.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Cooper glowers as he shifts in his seat. “I think we both know where we stand.”
“Do we?” I push. “Because I can’t imagine you know where I stand.”
Cooper has been a friend for my entire life, and what he’s doing is beyond fucked up. No, we’re not close anymore, but the line he’s crossing is unacceptable.
