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"He's never gonna do better," Dean says.

She nodsprobably. Or maybeI understand. "I know you care about her. But maybe… Maybe this is one of those times where you have to let her go."

"Maybe." My stomach turns at the thought.

"Sunshine, you're bringing down the mood." Dean offers me a slice of his toast—they're eating a late breakfast.

I take it. Spread strawberry jam over the top. Eat it in two bites.

"How about we talk about something we can all enjoy?" Dean asks.

Her expression gets apprehensive. "What would that be?"

"How many times Mr. Aloof made his wife come." Dean raises a brow. "With as much detail as possible, preferably."

She rolls her eyes.

"Hey, if you'd rather we talk about my cock piercing, I'm game for that," he says.

She shoots him thatyou're so ridiculous, I can't help but love youlookof hers.

He motionscome here.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders.

He leans down. Presses his lips to hers.

Their kiss is soft. Slow. Sweet.

Sickening.

I steal another slice of Dean's toast. Wash it down with more coffee.

I don't blame them either.

If it was that easy for me…

Fuck, I wish it was that easy for me.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Griffin

Jules meets us at the valet.

She climbs into the back seat. Dons her headphones. Closes her eyes.

I volunteer to take the first shift.

Even though Jules is listening to an audiobook—she gets this look on her face when she's wrapped up in a story—I play her favorite band.

It's still my favorite band.

Even if it tugs at the confusion in my gut.

And it does.

I try to distract myself with the desert scenery, but the album pours into my soul.

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