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That’s clear.
Except, maybe I need to send just one more.
And while I’m at it, how about another?
And another, and another, and another.
And fine, just a few more.
And while I'm at it, there's one little thing I've been meaning to tell her about Asher St. James.
Then I toss the phone on the table. That was seriously fucking awesome advice I dispensed. Everything will be sorted out by morning, and she’ll see what a good brother I was tonight.
EPILOGUE: PAST HIS BEDTIME
ASHER
The smoke curls into the late-night Manhattan air as we lean against the terrace, the whole city spread out below us.
“To new beginnings for you,” I say, as I hold the cigar like I’m toasting with it.
Flip blows out a puff, making perfect circles. “You’re not going to do one of your epic long toasts?”
I laugh. “I don’t do epic long toasts. I reserve my stamina for other things, thank you very much.”
Flips laughs, then sighs happily. “Life is good, Asher. And I hope you know, I’m not going to be one of those guys who checks out on his buds when he has a kid.”
I smile. “I know that.”
“I plan on being a great father. And the best husband ever. I love Hannah madly. And I’m so fucking excited about the baby,” he says, and nearly chokes up again. “But you know, life is big. There’s room for all sorts of stuff.”
I cuff him on the arm. “I get your meaning. But let’s save the sentimental shit for another time,” I say as a familiar ping hits the air.
Our phones buzz at the same time.
And buzz.
And buzz.
I reach into my back pocket for mine. Flip grabs his too. When I swipe open the screen, I click over to my text messages. There’s a new one from Mark on the group thread for the party tomorrow. “It’s Mark. Isn’t it past his bedtime?”
“Ooooh, burn,” Flip says with a laugh. “Then again, itistwelve forty-five.”
I click open the chat and read the first message.
My jaw comes unhinged.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Pretty sure he only meant to send these to his sister.
I glance over at my friend, registering the shock on his face too.
I cannot believe Mark Banks just saidthat.
And that. Andthat.
And, whoa, that last thing.
