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“You’re the best!” she said.

Maverick appeared at the sound of her squeal, and she filled him in.

“Thanks, man,” he said, holding his hand out to Jensen.

Jensen shook it and gave him a curious look. I was sure Jensen still believed that Maverick only wanted Sutton for her money, but it sure didn’t look like it.

Maverick took Jason from me, and I turned to face Jensen.

He raised an eyebrow. “You want to talk?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Outside?”

“Sure.”

We left the chapel together and wandered out into the brisk morning air. Lubbock had that strange sense of being desertlike. No matter how hot it got during the day, mornings and nights were always significantly cooler. Texas weather was strangely erratic.

Being around Jensen always made me realize how much I missed him when I didn’t see him. No matter that we lived in the same town again and he worked only a couple of floors above me, I never saw him. He was a loner by choice, which had only intensified post-Vanessa. I was glad that he had someone even if that someone had to be Emery. But I couldn’t talk; I was dating her best friend.

“I assume this is about Miranda,” Jensen said as we headed out to his truck.

“No actually,” I said. I hadn’t even thought about Miranda since she left.

“Oh?”

“I’ve started seeing someone,” I told him.

“Oh,” Jensen said with a sigh. “Already? You couldn’t wait until the divorce was finalized?”

“Yeah. It kind of happened unexpectedly.”

“And you’re telling me this…because it concerns me somehow?”

“I’m telling you this as my brother, all right? Not as the CEO of Wright Construction,” I carefully told him.

“Oh, boy, here it comes. Wright family drama. Lay it on me.”

“I’m seeing one of my employees.”

Jensen sighed and looked up at the clear sky above us. “Seriously? What did I do to deserve this?”

“You’re an ass,” I told him with a laugh.

“Fuck, Landon. Did you come to me because you wanted me to tell you how bad of an idea this is? And, God…don’t tell me who it is. Otherwise, I’ll be complicit.”

“I came to you for advice, I guess,” I told him. I really wasn’t sure what I’d come to him for. “And maybe a new job?”

Jensen laughed at that. “Advice and a new job? Jobs just appear out of thin air now? Grow on trees?”

“You’re the CEO. You can move me.”

“Well, you’re talking to your brother, not the CEO, and your brother thinks you’re an idiot for not being able to keep it in your pants.”

“Thanks, dick. It’s not like that.”

“I’m sure.”

“It’s not about the sex.”

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