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I blow out a ragged breath. “What do I do?”
“Give up. You give up before you’ve even begun. Your face lit up when you saw that house and it was like you became the Bree I see when I look at you. The strong successful woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. So please, do yourself a favor and speak to the man. Please listen to me and at least try.”
Listen?
I am listening because she’s right and I don’t want her to be. I do give up when I’m backed into a corner and try for the easy way out.
This is one time I don’t want to do that.
So, I have to speak to Ethan.
There’s just one small problem and glancing at the clock on the wall confirms my thoughts.
Today is Friday and it’s now two in the afternoon.
Ethan is already on his way to Vegas.
But wait… why is that a problem?
I want that house, and if I want it and I’m listening to Shelby I need to find my ass in Vegas too.
“Bree, what are you going to do?”
I smile. “I’m going to Vegas to see him.”
Chapter12
Ethan
Ido not want to be here.
I never thought I of all people would say such a thing about Vegas. Me, the poster party boy who couldn’t wait to arrive to hit the strip club and casinos.
We arrived—we: Bryce, Denver and yours truly—a few hours ago.
While the others were as crazy excited as ever just for being here, I wanted to leave as soon as the plane touched down.
We hit the casinos first and had lunch. Now we’re back for dinner which we’ll have here before we head out to the clubs.
God knows how I’m even talking to Bryce. He claims he can’t remember shit from last night, but I’m not sure I believe him.
I can’t be bothered to make room in my mind for him because I’m wondering how I’m supposed to survive the weekend. There’s nothing worse than being somewhere you don’t want to be.
Granted I don’t want to be back in Wilmington either. Being there would remind me of the million apologies I owe Bree.
Apologies I don’t want to give—except of course for the whole Liev and arrest thing. I should and will apologize for that because that was really bad, and I did take everything too far. It’s like I became the teenage boy again looking for some bizarre opportunity to get the girl’s attention, when all he needed to do was something different to what he did.
I don’t think I could forget the way Bree looked at me last night. Fuck knows I deserved the slap. It was a long time coming. She had every single right to be mad as fuck, but what got me was how she looked when Bryce spoke about the past.
That’s the part I can’t apologize for because I can’t explain it, and part of me doesn’t want to.
Maybe if Logan was here things would be different.
In fact, I know they would be. There’s a reason I tend to be closer to him and it’s not because I’ve known him the longest. It’s because we’re the most similar and when I’m with the others I realize just how different I am to them.
Like now.
While Bryce is looking through the wine selection, Denver is ordering the strippers.
