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“You don’t.” He didn’t flinch. “All I can tell you is that I won’t stop trying to be worthy of her. I will do everything in my power to protect her heart. To protect her. I promise.”
Rex looked away, silent for a second or two. “I’m going to need some time. This changes a lot.”
“Take all the time you need.”
“And I’m sorry for the things I said. I was angry and hurt.” He cleared his throat. “I hope you know that I think you are a great person, Brady.”
“I appreciate you saying that.” The tightness in his chest released a little more. For so long, he had shoved his feelings into a box he kept locked away inside his chest. Taylor and Rex had been the first to really crack it open. Jane had blown it to smithereens. Maybe this could really work. He could keep his best friend and the love of his life.
“Jane is pissed at me. Came in here earlier and made a scene.” Rex said. “She won’t take my calls. I leave tomorrow morning for Georgia and I don’t like the idea of leaving things like this with her.”
“I don’t want that for you either. And she will not be able to rest while you’re away if the two of you are fighting.” He wrung his hands in front him. “I can ask her to come in here to talk to you. I will tell her we talked.”
Rex stood and came around the desk.
He stood from the chair.
“Love you, brother.” Rex embraced him with a pat on the back.
He returned the gesture.
“You break her heart, though, and I will kill you.”
He expected nothing less.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jane
Pulling into the Dog Tired parking lot, Jane parked her Jeep in the first available spot. Brady had called her and left her a voicemail message that he had talked to Rex. He asked her to come by the brewery after she finished teaching her classes because Rex wanted to see her before he went back out on the road.
She’d been on pins and needles the whole ride over. She’d rarely fought with her brother, even growing up. They supported each other with most everything. She’d expected him to be mad because he was an overprotective jackass, but the way he spoke to her and to and about Brady had hurt her. It was unlike him.
She climbed out of her Jeep and clicked the lock.
“Are you the bitch my son’s fucking?”
