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“You’re welcome. And thank you.”

“For what?”

I place a soft kiss on his chest before saying what I’ve wanted to say to him for a long time. “For being who you are.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Garrett

I wanted to stay in Paige’s bed forever. I haven’t slept that good in months, maybe years, and I know it had everything to do with the woman who was pressed against me all night.

But today is important and one that can’t be put off—I need to confront Trevor.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mark says from the driver’s seat of his truck. “I mean, you know they have been fucking around before you asked for the separation. Why not just send what you have to the lawyer and let him do what you’re paying him to do?”

I let out a sigh because I’ve already gone over this with him. “Because I need him to admit it to me. Man to man. I need to hear it for my own sanity. I need to know why he would do this and jeopardize our business, let alone our friendship.”

“No, man, I get it. Just… we need you to not throw punches. Because if you throw, I’ll throw. Then we’ll probably end up in jail and I’ll have to call Charlie to come bail us out, and no one, especially me, wants that happening.”

He’s right. And I don’t want to fight. I just want answers. I have no clue if they will help me move on, or help me decide what I need to do with the practice, but I know that I can’t go forward until I know why. And how long. And how you can do that to a person you call your best friend.

Mark pulls into Trevor’s driveway, and as much as I want answers, I can’t move. It’s like I know if I take these steps forward, everything in my life is going to change.

“Be smart, man. I’ll wait here for you.”

I nod at my brother before making my way to Trevor’s door. I don’t think he and Annika saw us last night at the restaurant, at least, I hope not. I want the element of surprise.

I’ll find out more that way.

My fist pounds against his door, and after a minute, Trevor opens it as he wraps a robe around his body.

Was he upstairs fucking her? Is she here?

“Garrett? Dude, what the fuck?”

And there it is. He has no clue why I’m here.

Good.

“You know what, I’ve been saying that exact phrase over the past twelve hours on repeat. What the fuck, Trevor. What in the actual fuck?”

I let myself into his overpriced condo, and until now, I didn’t realize what horrible taste in décor my business partner had. I was with him when he bought that ugly-as-fuck statue of a dog. Why did I let him get that?

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. And…” He looks up his stairs, I’m assuming checking for Annika. “Now really isn’t a good time.”

“Oh, I’m sure it isn’t. I’m guessing I woke you up. So sorry, friend. I figured you were going to have a late morning. A night out after Marciano’s usually has me tuckered out as well.”

His face drops and his eyes go wide at my words.

Bingo.

“Listen, man, I can explain.”

“Explain? Please do, Trevor. I’d love for you to explain. I’mherefor you to explain. Please, tell me how long you’ve been fucking my thankfully, soon-to-be ex-wife? Let me guess. She told you she had a golden pussy and you had to find out for yourself?”

I give Trevor credit; he doesn’t try to bullshit or stall to come up with some sort of elaborate story. He looks guilty. Good. He should. He takes a seat on his couch, his head hanging low. To his credit, he does at least look me in the eye before beginning.

“It started around Christmas.”

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