Page 72 of For Keeps. For Always.

I shrug. “I don’t know what you’d call it, Grace.” I sigh. “You don’t just fall out of love with someone.”

“Youloveher?” She pushes my shoulder, and unprepared, I stumble back.

My eyes close in irritation. My anger spiking at the way her temper flares.

“She’s my best friend,” I grit through clenched teeth.

Her fists ball at her side. “I have best friends, Brooks, but trust me when I tell you that I don’t want to fuck them!” she all but shrieks, shocking the couple standing close enough to hear her tantrum.

I smile at them awkwardly, walking her a step or two away.

“I sure as shit don’t send them videos of my fuckingcock.”

I frown. “That shit was private. Who the hell do you think you are going through my messages? Myprivatemessages.”

If she saw those pictures, she saw the ones Henley sent me back. The videos, the intimate words we’ve shared.

Her head shakes in dismay. “You’re lecturing me right now? After you and Henley were wrapped around one another like you were the ones who exchanged nuptials here and not Addy and Andrew.”

I scrub a hand down my face with a sigh. “It was nothing like that. In fact, I told her now doesn’t work for me.”

“Now?” she questions on a psychotic laugh. “Nowdoesn’t work for you.”

Wrong thing to say.

Fuck, I should not be having this conversation while drunk.

I feel bad. Truly, I do. She has every right to be mad. “Grace.” I sigh.

“Save it.” She shoves my phone back at my chest, then storms away without another word.

I don’t even watch her leave. I know I’m an asshole. The worst fucking kind.

My legs move in long strides, the material of my pants stretching with every elongated step. I move toward the main door in search of the one person I shouldn’t be obsessing over right now. Like fate herself has intervened, Henley stumbles past me the moment I breach the exit, a sway to her walk that says she’s had as much to drink as I have.

She’s so fucking beautiful. So much that it hurts my chest. Her thick brown hair sits high atop her head, her long ponytail falling down her naked back. The scattering of freckles that I love on her face decorate her shoulders now too. The countless hours of chasing the sun are catching up to her. Her body is still tiny. Her back swaying into a perky ass that the silk of her dress clings to. She doesn’t wear a bra, her tits bouncing with every step, her nipples greeting everyone they pass, standing upright and ready.

“Henley,” I call after her, moving my feet to follow her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she closes her eyes in defeat. “Not now, Brooks.”

“Are you okay?” I jog to catch up with her.

“Fucking dandy. Where’s Grace?”

I should feel guilty, but I don’t. “I’m more concerned about you.”

Her feet stop at the threshold of the elevator, her hand braced along the door to keep it open as an elderly couple steps out. She forces a smile, waiting until they’re out of earshot before speaking again. “That’s the wrong fucking answer, Brooks.”

I don’t hesitate to step into the elevator with her. “This one’s taken.” I stop another woman from moving in as well.

Doors closed, I turn to the woman who haunts my heart.

“Where’s Alex?”

She shakes her head, refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“Doing what?”

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