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“Every minute of every damn day,” he shouts and I see the veneer of control he always hides behind slipping slightly. “Is that what you want to hear? That I can’t go more than two minutes without thinking about her? Well, now you know. But it still doesn’t change the fact that she tore my fucking heart out. Now, go and get Liam and get your asses back to work,” he snarls at me and I walk out of his office with his words ringing in my ears. Damn! I have never pushed his buttons like that before. And now I feel like shit for making him lose control because I know how much he hates it.

I walk down the hallway and press the button to the elevator as I prepare to go and find my twin and talk some sense into him. How is it that suddenly I am the sane one in this apartment?

I start the engine of my car and dial Conor’s number.

“Hey, everything okay, bro?” he asks.

“I just made Shane really mad,” I say with a sigh.

“Why? What did you do?”

“I made him talk about feelings.”

“Ouch,” Conor says with a laugh. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“He started it. Asking me how I’m doing.” I suck in a deep breath.

“How are you doing, kid?” Conor asks.

“Don’t you start, Con,” I laugh to ease the tension because I’m not calling to have a heart to heart with him. In fact, I’m not calling him at all. “Can I talk to Jessie?”

“Sure. She’s right here. I’ll hand you over.”

I wait for a few seconds until her sweet voice fills my ear. “Hi Mikey,” she says and all the tension I didn’t even realize I was holding in my chest and shoulders melts away.

“Hey, Red.”

“You okay?”

“Are we on speaker?”

“No. Just me and you,” she says softly. “Conor is watching TV. Is something wrong?”

“No. I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you, Red.”

“I miss you too,” she says quietly. “We’ll be home in a few days. I can’t wait to see you. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I made Shane really pissed at me,” I admit as tears spring to my eyes completely unexpectedly.

“Well, that’s not exactly difficult,” she laughs softly but I know that she gets it because she gets me. “He won’t stay mad at you for long. The two of you will be arguing over the Giants and the Jets before you know it.”

“Ah, I don’t know. I really pushed his buttons this time.”

“What did you do?”

I can’t tell her what I asked him about because I know she’ll already be worried about facing him when she comes back here. I imagine that Conor has told her it will all be okay once she speaks to him and straightens it out, but I’m not sure it will be. Shane will have Jessie back in our home because the rest of us want her here so badly, but I’m not convinced that he's as thrilled at the prospect of her return as we are. “Just being an asshole. You know me.”

“You’re not an asshole,” she admonishes me. “Not even a little bit.”

“Really?” I laugh.

“Well, except for that time at that wedding when you boinked the bride at the reception.” She starts to laugh and the sound warms me from the inside.

“Yeah, I was definitely an asshole that day,” I laugh too. We spend the next few minutes chatting about nothing in particular as I drive through the streets of New York to Liam’s favorite spot by the river. But talking to her makes me forget how angry I feel at the world and by the time I see Liam, sitting on his own, staring out over the Hudson, I feel like I could conquer the whole world again.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

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