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My stomach twisted. It was anger at my brother. Or possibly hunger. Or maybe something else?

“Sort of crazy that I hoped you’d come around.” Aiden continued. “But I should’ve known better. You never change, Cameron.”

I struggled to find a way to respond to him, but I was too tired to fight.

“You know what? I just lost my appetite.” He stood up abruptly. “I’m going to cancel my order and pay for your lunch. Enjoy your time alone, Cameron. You’re probably used to it by now.”

He stormed off before I could say anything. I was tempted to leave as well, but I hadn’t eaten anything since dinner the night before.

Solo lunch was fine.

I sighed and checked my email. Nothing pressing, but I had to blink hard when a new message popped up as I was sorting through them.

The subject line read, “Letter of resignation.”

From Felicity.

“Damn it,” I muttered to myself.

It didn’t matter how much bullshit had gone down between us, she was incredible at her job. And she loved it.

Veritique needed her.

I scanned the cursed message. Typical bullshit about how her time at the company had been a valuable work experience with her stating how much she appreciated the opportunity and promising a smooth transition for her successor.

What successor? No one could come close to her.

I fired off a quick reply, taking HR off the chain. A short, direct message.

“Please don’t let what happened between us impact your career. You need to reconsider this choice.”

I sent it off and waited, refreshing my inbox a few times.

Nothing.

An uncomfortable thought crept into my head. I’d done this to her. It was my fault she was quitting. Maybe if I’d handled her heart with a little more care, we could’ve come to some sort of understanding?

Or maybe, just maybe, I’d been a little too quick to jump out of our relationship?

Seeing Aiden so happy did something to me. If I put my thoughts about Megan aside and just looked at how happy he was, I could admit I’d been lucky enough to feel that way for a short time. Or at least close to it, because I wasn’t in love with Felicity.

Right?

I practically swallowed my lunch whole and called for Jimmy to come pick me up. I was in no mood to go back to the office. Maybe Tyler could get me out of my funk? He’d seemed more stable the few times I’d reached out to him since the Jerry nightmare, so I hoped he’d be in a good headspace when I showed up unannounced.

His door was cracked open when I arrived. I assumed the worst.

“Ty?” I knocked and walked in at the same time.

“In here.”

The voice that echoed out of his bedroom was surprisingly strong and coherent. I’d assumed he’d be napping the day away, but when I walked into his tiny bedroom, I found him packing. Suddenly, everything I was dealing with evaporated, because this wasn’t normal Tyler behavior.

“Hey. What’s up?” I asked. “You going on tour or something?”

He snorted out a laugh at me. “Sort of. I’m calling it ‘the great rehab experiment.’”

I froze.