Page 90 of Heated (Burned, Inc.)
“Double. Neat.”
Jordan laughs. “Holyshit. Is it me, or does anyone else feel a bromance growing?”
Levi eyes me as I pour his drink.
“That depends. What’re you going to do about my sister?”
I replace the stopper on the decanter of whiskey and hand him the tumbler.
“I love Zora.”
To me that explains everything.
Somewhere between Jordan’s come-to-Jesus talk and Levi yanking a knot in my ass, I’d already admitted to myself that I loved her. This past week without her—not hearing her voice, not seeing her smile, not inhaling her scent, not feeling her curves against my body, not being inside her—has been hell. But I’ve been too caught up in my hurt feelings to see her side of this. To understand her fear. To view my part in it.
And in the end, none of it matters. Not one fucking bit of it. Because it comes down to one thing.
I’d rather have her than my plan.
All these years, I’ve been working to fulfill this vision, this future, that my parents would be proud of, that they deserved. When all they would’ve wanted for me was what they had—happiness, family, and love.
They would’ve wanted Zora for me, of this I have zero doubts.
I don’t need to read her email.
I forgive her unconditionally, no strings.
And I love her more.
“I guess that means I won’t be kicking your ass.” Levi sniffs his whiskey and nods. “Good. Because it’s hell getting blood out of these suits. And friends with good whiskey is better any day.”
Jordan laughs and throws an arm around Levi’s shoulders, and though the other man stiffens, he doesn’t shake it off.
Oh yeah, bromance in the making.
But first, I have a woman to win back.
If I’m not too late.
