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hand between them. “One of the few things that pissed me off about her before I found out about the spending. She wanted you. I don’t know if it was just because she thought if she had power over both of us, she’d get what she wanted most, or she thought if she had you…”
    He shook his head because he still didn’t get it. His sexual experience had started with Emily, which meant when they married he didn’t know shit. To his shame, it’d taken him a few years of learning and watching her carefully before he was able to find out what she liked and give to her, to make sure she wasn’t left behind. But even though she got off, Emily still didn’t like sex. He didn’t get it and he’d stopped trying, but for Emily to want Ant when she hated sex… He shook his head again. Which just about summed up his whole relationship with the woman. Emily had been about power. Him wanting sex and her being the supplier, the one he had to go to when he wanted it, meant she could hold it over his head. J.B. suspected she would’ve done the same with Ant. But his twin had been a wild one and wasn’t about to let anyone have power over him.
    Until now.
    “I knew, because Emily did, that you wanted Logan long before I asked her out.” And that made him sound like an asshole, which he supposed he was. “I knew you wanted her and I still asked her out, and I’d do it again. She’s everything I thought Emily was when I married her, and I took Logan from you with no intentions of giving her back, unless it’s with me.” He drummed his fingers on the table and bounced his leg, trying to explain his reasoning. “Maybe Emily fucked with my head more than I realized, but the idea of having you around, with Logan and me, means that together we can give her everything.”
    He held up his hand when Ant opened his mouth. “Wait, just wait, okay? I’ve given this a lot of thought. I know Logan doesn’t need material things like Emily. I know that, but what can I give her, man? A shitty credit score, some cheap ass apartment I can barely afford because everything else I have goes to Emily? What if we do have kids? How the fuck am I supposed to support a family after the divorce? And it isn’t all about money either. I want to make her happy. I want her to have everything. And I’m not fuckin’ lying. She loves you, man. Loves you. And I want her to have that because you’re a good man. I want all of us to be happy. Together. I’m not sayin’ it’ll be perfect. It’ll take some adjusting on all our parts, but I think it’d be worth it in the end because we’d have each other.”
    J.B. sat back, his heart pounding. He wasn’t a man who talked emotions, especially with his brother, but this wasn’t some bullshit conversation. This was his life, his and Logan’s and Ant’s , and it was worth talking about. He watched Ant, doing his best to read his brother, but for once he couldn’t. His hands began to sweat and his bouncing leg picked up speed as he waited for Ant’s response.
    And then his heart fell , because Ant was shaking his head as he stood. “No. I love her too much to put her through that, and if you love her as much you wouldn’t ask it of her either.” He pushed his chair in, adjusting it so it was perfectly aligned with the table. “I’ll come back later for my shit. You can have the house. I’ll stay at Mom and Dad’s until I know what to do with this.”
    J.B. watched Ant walk out the kitchen door, his heart a lead lump in his chest. He heard the sound of his brother’s truck starting and then the gradual rumble of the motor as he drove away. Leaving J.B. hoping he hadn’t fucked up everything.
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    Logan leaned against the wall, her heart hammering in her chest and tears streaking down her face. J.B. knew she loved Ant. He knew it and he wanted to share her with Ant. For a moment there, she’d stood frozen in disbelief. She’d thought she knew J.B., that nothing he could ever do would