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They weren’t nice words, but they were Nate’s.
    “What the fuck are you doing here, Quinn?” Nate asked sharply when Quinn failed to say anything.
    He stepped closer, his nostrils flaring as he curled his lips in a snarl. Quinn glanced at Brandon who was leaning back on the kitchen counter, but was obviously staying out of this, and then at the blond guy watching the exchange with wide eyes.
    “I’m coming with you. To Denver,” Quinn said.
    Nate’s mouth gaped open in shock. He whirled around to face his brother. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Bran?”
    “We have space in the car, Nate. And he needs a ride.” Brandon shrugged as if it was no big deal.
    Nate’s shoulders were shaking with rage when he turned back to Quinn and spoke again.
    “How did you get here?”
    “I flew in.”
    “You flew in from Chicago to LA and now you need a ride from LA to Denver.” Nate said, not really a question. Quinn nodded.
    Nate closed his eyes, licked his lips and visibly tried to get a hold on his temper. Quinn hated he was the reason Nate was so angry, so damn unhappy right now, but there was no other way. He was ready to take anything Nate would throw at him until the resentment he hung on to was gone.
    “I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve, but I’ve got news for you – you made your choice when you left me in the cabin two years ago.” Nate’s voice was calmer, but just as furious. “There’s nothing you can do to take that back.”
    “I’m not trying to take it back. I’m trying to atone for it,” Quinn said quietly, standing up from the couch. He ached to touch Nate, absorb some of the pain he was feeling, some of the pain he had caused him.
    Nate took a step back when Quinn stood up. “Don’t even try to come near me.” Quinn stopped, but didn’t back away. Nate turned to Brandon again. “I can’t believe you’re on his side again.”
    “Nate, there’s no sides here, I’m just trying to...”
    “I’m not going,” Nate said, interrupting him.
    “What?” Brandon exclaimed, finally leaving his spot against the counter and moving towards his brother.
    “I’m not going on a three day road trip – which by the way was supposed to be our last road trip, just the two of us before the baby is born – with him!” Nate jabbed a finger in Quinn's direction. “And the fact that you thought I would is insulting. The only way I’m getting in that car with you two is gagged and tied up in the trunk.”
    Quinn bit the inside of his cheek against a smile. He wasn’t above doing that if it meant getting him in the car. Unfortunately, Nate chose that moment to turn around. His face nearly crumpled when he saw how hard Quinn was trying not to smile.
    “I’m glad I’m still amusing you,” he said, taking the few steps between them until he stood face to face with Quinn. His eyes were glistening with moisture and Quinn's first instinct was to cup his cheek.
    Nate smacked his hand away before it got anywhere near him. “Maybe you should have come peel me off the floor after you fucked me and left me like I was a fucking trick. I bet that would have been so much fun for you.” His voice was a low growl, his eyes barely containing the ferocious rage storming inside them. Brandon walked closer to them, probably concerned that Nate was going to punch Quinn.
    Nate turned his head to look at his brother. “I’m going to book a flight. You two have fun on your trip.”
    Brandon sighed. “Do you know how much it would cost to book a last minute flight four days before Christmas? If you even manage to find one that’s not fully booked.”
    “I don’t care.” His voice was flat, as if all the anger had leaked out of him, leaving a trail of darkness and resentment behind.
    Nate didn't meet Quinn's eyes as he stormed past him, grabbed his keys and wallet from the side table, and walked out the door.
    Movement caught Quinn's eye and he looked at the guy still sitting at the breakfast