Wherever You Will Go(94)

“Just make sure you put something in there protecting that money for her,” I tell him sternly.

His eyes shoot to mine. “What do you mean?”

“You know, when she meets someone else. Put something in place to protect him from wringing her dry, trying to put claim on any of it.”

Nate’s face turns in disgust. “What? Just the thought of Brooke with someone else makes me sick, let alone the kind of guy who would do something like that to her.”

“What?” I laugh. “You don’t think she’s going to find someone after you’ve gone?”

“Stop talking about my wife with someone else, you dick. It’s just making me want to punch you in the head.”

“It’ll happen, mate. Maybe you should just pick someone and put it in there.” I laugh gesturing at the paperwork in front of him.

There’s silence while he thinks over my comment. “Well if I have to pick someone … I’m picking you.”

“What?”

“If I had to pick anyone to be with Brooke after I’m gone, I’d pick you.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Fuck off. I know you’d step up. Hell, you’d probably be a better husband than me,” he says seriously.

“Doubt that,” I mumble.

“Why? You’re a better man than me, makes sense you’d be a better husband too.”

“No one is a better man than you,” I say shaking my head at him. “Now no more talk about death and wills. You’re depressing the fucking shit out of me. You’re not going anywhere.”

Nate chuckles, shaking his head at me.

“Now that conference meeting in half an hour, you want to have it here or in my office?”

“Let’s do it in the conference room and get Bill to come too. Mario is old school and will appreciate dealing with someone older and more experienced as well as us.”

“Good, I’ll let him know,” I say as I turn to exit his office. Fucking writing wills. Thank God I don’t have to deal with that. Let them give it all to charity, for all I care. I’ll definitely take Brooke, though. I laugh at my own thoughts. Hopefully he’ll write that in there. Oh and the Porsche, too.





Lying in bed still fully clothed, I stare up at my ceiling. Definitely not how I expected tonight to go. There are too many thoughts running through my head to keep them all straight.

Saxon… shit. His face stays at the forefront of my mind, and I can pinpoint the moment his heart shattered. I may as well have pulled it out of his chest myself. I was so worried about protecting my own heart, I never even considered Saxon’s. All my stupid rules to make sure I didn’t get hurt, and I ended up hurting him.

The look on his face when I said he couldn’t come back here is imprinted on my brain. How could it ever work between Saxon and me when I can’t even let him stay over here? Even with everything that has happened over the past few weeks and the change in our relationship, I’ve still held back. I can’t let go of those issues.

I can’t love him like he loves me. My heart pounds and I roll over onto my side, clutching my legs tightly against my chest. It can’t work between us, and that’s what hurts the most. Saxon wants more than I can give him. He wants my heart. I can’t give that to him, because giving that to him means taking it from Nate.

Saxon and Nate, Nate and Saxon. Best friends. No, brothers. How could I do this? I can’t do it. I can’t let Nate go.

Sobs leave my body and I lie there and cry as I go back and forth between my thoughts. Back and forth between Nate and Saxon. Back and forth between my head and heart. Back and forth between the past and the future.

The click of the front door lock rings out in the quiet house. He’s come. He’s come for me. Heavy footsteps echo through the hall, and I can almost hear the resignation in them.

My body stills as the steps gets closer, and I dare not move. The anger was radiating so heavily off him at Jeanie and Mark’s and I don’t think I could stand to see it smeared all over his face right now.

My heart beats out of control as I hold my breath. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.

I sense his presence as he steps into the doorway. I feel his gaze on me. It almost scorches me as I sense it going up and down my body.

My chest begins to ache, and I continue to hold my breath and I slowly release it, trying not to move an inch. As I focus on my breathing, the bed dips behind me. Saxon aligns his body with mine before he wraps his warm arms around me.

I don’t turn around or acknowledge him. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and tightens his hold on me. The familiar feel of his warm embrace causes me to relax. The addictive peace he brings with him wraps around me. How can something so wrong feel so right?