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finishing her sentence. Something in the way she said that didn’t sit well with me. Not at all.
    “Deal with what?”
    Huntley remained quiet, and I watched her eyes glimmer with unshed tears. “Deal with what?” I asked again, my tone harder and more persistent than before. I stepped closer and Huntley’s hand shot up to stop me.
    “I can’t,” she whispered. “I’ve already said too much.”
    “Huntley, please - ”
    “It’s not my story to tell,” she said quickly, interrupting me.
    “Then why bring it up?”
    “Because I want to be pissed at you, Brody,” she huffed. “It’s been a year and you’re only now asking how Demi is doing. To top it off, you decided to bring your fuck buddy with you to our wedding. What is the matter with you? Don’t you care about Demi at all anymore? It’s bad enough she has to see you this week and now she’ll have to deal with seeing you with someone else. ”
    I wanted to tell her she was wrong, that I’d called Grayson every day for three months after I’d left to find out if Demetria was okay. What she didn’t know is that Grayson stopped telling me. He’d even started ignoring my calls until I’d stopped asking altogether. It killed me. Huntley’s words only ripped open the old wound all over again. Leaving me with nothing but the guilt I’d carried in my heart all this time.
    “I’m sorry Brody.” Huntley shifted from one foot to another, and looked away as if she could no longer stomach the sight of me. For the second time, I couldn’t blame her. “But you really fucked up. My only hope is that you and Demi will somehow find your back to each other and have what Grayson and I have. I want that for you two more than anything.” Huntley’s eyes conveyed everything I had feared and the realization that I had truly fucked up hit me square in the gut. With those parting words, Huntley stretched on her toes and placed a kiss on my cheek. At least she didn’t hate me, that much I was sure of, and as I watched her walk back on their house, I had the nagging feeling deep down in my bones that the damage I’d left behind a year ago was far greater than what I’d previously thought. It only left me with more questions, the most obvious being Can I make it right ?
     
     

 
     
    I closed the door behind me and let out a breath. The week leading up to mine and Grayson’s wedding had barely started and I already felt like I was dodging bullets. I hated being nasty to Brody but I was still angry with him. I didn’t care if I had no right to be after a year had passed. He destroyed my best friend and left us to put her back together. I shook my head, laughing at my own ridiculousness. I didn’t need to get involved with Demi and Brody’s drama a week before I married the love of my life. It was bad juju.
    I walked upstairs and stopped to check on Hunter. My little man was sprawled across his bed, hair in every direction. He’d kicked the blankets off the same way Grayson did when he got hot. He was so much like his daddy it was scary. My life hadn’t turned out as I expected and even though we had Hunter really young, he was the best thing to ever happen to us. I couldn’t regret him, not even for a second.
    I was leaning against the door when two strong arms slid around my waist. Grayson’s scent engulfed me, and I relaxed into his hard chest. “You ready for bed?” he asked quietly. I yawned, causing him to chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Sorry.” I yawned again. “I’m wiped.”
    “I’ll run you a bath.” Grayson kissed my head, and I watched him walk down the hallway to our bedroom. He looked over his shoulder, a smirk on his face. He knew I was watching him. When he disappeared I quietly snuck into Hunter’s room and switched off his Scooby-Doo nightlight. I kissed his forehead and inhaled his sweet scent. I loved him so much my heart burst. When I walked into our bedroom, Grayson was standing at the basin in his cotton