Page 178 of Well That Happened

I wipe my face on my sleeve.

“Thanks,” I murmur.

“For what?”

“For always knowing what to say. Even when I don’t want to hear it.”

Fletcher lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s what big brothers are for. Now go pack. You’ve got a future to start.”

I smile through the ache. “Okay. Yeah. I will.”

* * *

I pass my last final with shaking hands and red-rimmed eyes. My brain’s barely functioning, but I did it.

Four years. Four years of blood, sweat, caffeine, and tears.

I’m a nurse.

I should feel proud.

I should feel everything.

Instead, all I feel isnumb.

Because I know what has to come next.

California. The position I fought for, the one with a start date I can’t push, and a relocation package already processed.

I have to go.

Ihave to go.

Because how can I justify to anyone—let alone myself—that I’ve fallen in love with three men?

Sex with Caleb? Incredible.

Sex with Grayson? Intense.

But sex with Hunter? It wrecked me.

Because I knew how much it cost him. Knew exactly what he had to give up by letting himself have this. He had to swallow all his pride and humility and open himself up completely. He had tosharesomething—possibly for the first time in his entire life—but he did it all willingly.

Just so he could have me.

It was too much.

It scared the hell out of me.

And Lexi was right; it will never work.

Because Hunter’s going to be drafted. Grayson will most likely move back to Canada. And Caleb? I get the sense he’d be just as lost without them as without me.

Better to leave now. Better to save myself the destruction of the fallout.

So I pack in secret.

Late nights, when the guys are asleep or distracted, I fold shirts into a suitcase and pretend it’s just laundry. I write letters instead of saying things out loud—because if I look at them when I say goodbye, I won’t be able to walk out the door.

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