Every time I closed my eyes, my sister’s voice played in my head.
You’re in love with her.
She’s right.
I’ve spent weeks telling myself I was respecting Regan’s choice.Giving her space to chase her dreams.But it’s fucking bullshit.I was being a coward.
Because I didn’t fight for her when it mattered.I let her walk away and told myself it was the right thing to do.But love means showing up, and I didn’t do that.But I’m doing it right now.
But before I head for New York, there’s one stop I have to make.
Even if it costs me my job and unravels everything I’ve worked so hard for.
She’s worth it.
Pulling into Thomas’s driveway, I turn off the engine and just sit there for a second, gripping the steering wheel.His car’s in the driveway.Good.He’s home.No backing out now.
Grabbing my phone, I check the time, knowing I should already be on the road.Weeks have slipped by while I did nothing.Fuck, said nothing.I can’t waste another second.
Climbing out of the car, my heart’s racing with every step toward the front door.I press the doorbell with a shaky finger, then step back, arms folding across my chest as I stare at the welcome mat like it’s got answers.
Come on.Please open the door.
The lock clicks, and the door swings open.Dr.Thomas stands in the doorway, his eyebrows drawing together the second he sees me.
“Brant.Is everything alright?I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
His eyes skim over me.I’m not dressed for work, not dressed for anything, really.I’ve never just shown up at his place before.Never had a reason until today.
“I need to talk to you.”
He hesitates, then steps back.“Sure.Come on in.”
His expression softens just a little as he waves me through, but I can feel the questions hanging in the air between us.He closes the door and follows me.The living room smells faintly like coffee and something fresh out of the dryer.
“Have a seat,” he says.“You want a drink or something?”
“I’m good.”I sit on the edge of the couch, hands knotted together between my knees.My back’s stiff, legs twitching with nerves I can't settle.
He lowers himself into the sofa opposite, running a hand through his hair as he watches me.“So, what’s going on?”
I suck in a breath.
It’s now or never.
“I want to go talk to Regan.”
His posture shifts; it’s subtle but noticeable.His eyes narrow, not in an angry way, but not exactly surprised either.
“What for?”
I swallow, then clear my throat, trying to find words that won’t sound as messy as my thoughts.
“Because…” I let the silence hang a beat too long.“Because I’m in love with her.”
There… It's out.
I brace myself for anger.For him standing up and telling me to get out.To threaten my job, my position…
