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That’s all the explanation he gives me. The encounter probably upset him because he’s quiet the entire time. He drops me off at Lisabell’s place and makes me promise to come over to his house once I get back from work tomorrow.
I’m appreciative of the opportunity but I can’t say I’m very excited about my job in an environment where everyone hates me.
I simply can’t wait.
CHAPTER13
Xander
“So have you asked Juliette out yet?” Declan asks, waltzing into my office like he owns the place. At least he’s wearing normal clothes today.
I lean back in my chair and raise an eyebrow.
“What exactly are you talking about?”
“You haven’t?” He groans. “At least tell me the two of you have kissed or fucked.”
The thought of fucking Juliette sends unbidden thoughts running through my head. I glare at Declan.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He sighs before collapsing into my couch. “Man, the anticipation is killing me.”
“Then die.”
“Harsh, Xander. I’m your best friend.”
“So you keep saying. What do you want?”
“Honestly, nothing. I came to check up on you.”
“I don’t need checking up on.”
Declan’s eyes narrow. He stares at me for a second before bursting into laughter.
“Damn, I should have found you a girlfriend ages ago. Not that I didn’t try.”
I rub the edge of my nose. “What are you talking about?”
“Usually around this time of the year, you’re sulking and angry at the world. I can’t get you to talk to me or anyone else, for that matter, even the kids. I thought I would have to take them on vacation like I did last year, but you seem to be doing okay.”
“I don’t follow,” I say with a frown.
“Xander, it’s in two weeks.”
He doesn’t have to say what “it” is.
“I know. I’m planning a fucking party like I always do.”
“Yeah, but you’re acting different.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. Declan rises to his feet and walks over to pat my shoulder.
“You’re moving on, Xan. And it’s about damn time.”
After spouting all this nonsense, he leaves, and I’m left wondering if there’s any truth to his words. I have to admit there might be.
The past few years, as the anniversary of my wife’s death has inched closer, it has felt like there’s a noose around my neck, tightening with each passing day. This year, though, it’s a little looser, lighter. And I know exactly who’s responsible for that.
