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“Rhett!”
“—and she bailed me out of jail.”
“And now you’re dating her,” Sasha finished for me. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Christ, it’s a match made in red flag heaven. Well, at least you’re happy.”
“I am,” I replied. And I was. Happier than I’d been in a long time. “And you? Are you safe? Where you’re at, I mean. It’s safe, right? I don’t need to come down there and fuck some people up, do I?”
I was only half-joking. I was five years older and ten times meaner. Growing up, Sasha had always had a hard time with the other kids. Sasha was born in the wrong body. She came out as trans to us when she was ten. That didn’t fly for a lot of people in our small Tennessee town, which led to me getting into a lot of fights. I was fiercely protective of her.
She didn’t need me to fight for her now—not really. Sasha was a force of nature and a little bit terrifying. I preferred her that way. It made watching her travel the world easier.But only by a little.
“We’re encroaching a little on the cartel, but it could be worse,” Sasha said. “So far, we seem to be safe. But I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it if I have to.”
“The cartel?” My voice rising a whole fucking notch.Jesus fuck.I groaned as I ran my hand over my face. The shit my sister got into. It terrified me sometimes. She was all full-steam ahead with little thought about her safety. I worried that one of these days, the phone call I’d get was going to be a bad one. “Sasha—”
“Are you still wearing your wedding ring?” she interrupted. I faltered and glanced down at my hand, where the ring sat like it always had.
“Yeah. What of it?” I asked.
“Rhett.” Her tone was softer as she said my name. My lips came together tightly as I knew where the conversation was going. It always went in this direction. “You’re dating again.”
“I know.”
“What does Eva think of you still wearing your wedding ring?”
“She doesn’t have aproblem with it.” Considering she also wore one. I kept that to myself. I’d rather explain that whole thing to my sister in person whenever I saw her next.
“But is it fair to her?” Sasha asked. “I know you love Aimee, and what happened—”
“Don’t,” I warned. There was no way I was digging into old memories again, especially that one.
“I know, I know, but Aimee wouldn’t want you to stay stuck where you are, Rhett,” she continued without hesitation. “You deserve to be happy. I think it’s great that you’re finally letting someone in, but maybe it’s time to take the ring off. It’s time to give yourself a new start.”
“I hate this conversation.”
“I know you do, but someone has to say it to you.”
“A lot of people fucking say it to me.”
“Then someone you’ll listen to needs to say it,” she corrected. “I get it. I get there’s a lot of emotions tied up in that ring, but you deserve to be unstuck.”
I just grunted, looking anywhere but the damn screen. The problem was I’d already had the same nagging thoughts—more so now that I had Eva. While she never said a thing about it and wasn’t bothered, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was holding myself back. Holding my future with her back—whatever that looked like.
“Tell me about the work site you’re on,” I said finally. “What kind of fucking trouble are you getting yourself into now?”
“So much!” Sasha laughed. She launched into story after story about what she was up to, and I used her voice to drown out the annoying one in the back of my mind.
Chapter 60
Logan
“Ihavenoclothes!”Eva exclaimed, coming out of the closet and throwing her hands up in frustration. I smiled as she put her hands on her hips and huffed out an angry breath. “What the hell doesdress nicemean? Do I wear formal wear? Business casual? Nice jeans? What does it mean, Logan?”
Eva had her first date with Rhett, and to say she was stressed was an understatement. If anyone had told me a year ago that I’d be helping my wife pick out clothes for her date with another man, I would’ve told them that they were crazy. But here we were. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than for this to go well for her. There was no weirdness as we sorted through her clothes to find something.
“Come here.” I beckoned her toward me. When she was close, I took her by the shoulders and made her sit down on the bed. I hooked a finger under her chin and made her look at me. The pout on her face was real. “No matter what you wear tonight, you’ll look amazing, honey.”
“That’s the wrong answer, Logan!” she replied, her frustration doubling.
