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“Dude, I saw the same thing last week,” Jenner said, his eyes now on me. “When she stopped by the office with Everly and I came in to talk to you. The way she was looking at you”—he sighed—“man, there’s no question in my mind. That girl has feelings, and they’re strong.”

She had feelings.

I could sense that the night in my kitchen.

The way she had tried to take care of me over FaceTime.

But what the hell am I supposed to do?

Put myself first and Everly second?

“There’s more,” Brett said.

“More?” I wrapped my hand around my empty glass, squeezing it in my palm. “How could there be more?”

Brett rested his arms on the table, folding his hands together. “When you gave her the ultimatum, she knew better than to choose you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“With your track record, she’d lose you to Everly. I’m sure she figured that out. Did she go in through the back door? Maybe. If I were in her shoes, that’s what I would have done. But does it matter? Hell no. Because while she’s been fallin