My Only Reason (Men of Monroe Book 2) by Brookes Rachel

Author:Brookes, Rachel [Brookes, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2019-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

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“I’m not really in the mood to watch the game,” I muttered to Crazy John who stood on the other side of my door carrying a six-pack of beer. I’d completely forgotten that we were watching the game at my place this week.

“And I’m not really in the mood to get older, but it’s happening, just like watching the game is happening.” He nodded behind me into my apartment. “In we go. Ben and Drew are on their way with food, so I want to get the best seat before they get here.”

With a huff, I stepped to the side after grabbing the six-pack out of his hand. He entered, wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. Even though he, Sasha, and Drew were not blood relatives, they all shared the same level of stubbornness, and tonight, he had his on full display.

I’d kept myself busy since I left Marnie. I spent longer than usual at the gym, I bought a shit ton of groceries, and I got home, stripped my bed, and washed and dried the sheets, comforter, and pillows, and then remade it. I’d even got the guest room ready for Ashlyn, Josh, and Aria who weren’t coming to town for another few weeks. I’d never been so fucking productive in my life. But I needed the distraction. It was either distract myself with mindless errands and housework or rush back to Marnie, beg for her forgiveness, and potentially fuck up any chance I had with her in the future.

So errands won out.

I grabbed each of us a beer and put the rest in the fridge. When I got back to the living room, I found that he’d taken the recliner and had promptly pushed it back so he was lying there with his legs crossed at the ankles, looking like it was his usual spot.

“You comfy?” I scoffed, handing him a beer.

“I’m an old man. I deserve to be comfy.” He uncapped the bottle and tilted his head back, taking a long swig before directing his attention back to me. “You got anything you need to get off your chest?”

Christ, was I that transparent? I shook my head and slumped onto the couch. Throwing my legs up on the coffee table, I rested an arm on the back cushion, holding my beer between my fingers. “Nope.”

“Hmm,” he muttered. “I call bullshit.”

I uncapped my own beer and took a sip. Out of the corner of my eye, I found him staring at me expectantly, and I knew he would stop until I started talking. I didn’t even know where to start. Marnie’s face, her tears, her voice, her words—fuck, it all destroyed me. The feelings steamrolling through me were the same as they were seven years ago, though it honestly felt worse. Because now we were older, we were settled, and some would say we even had our shit together, so to be so easily dismissed by her was gut-wrenching.

I drained half of my beer, then spoke.

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