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Kendall holds up a hand to stop Tanner from speaking.

“I don’t want to hear it right now. Or ever. You used me.”

“It wasn’t like that!” I growl.

It’s clear from her look that she doesn’t believe me. She’s made up her mind about us. And I can’t blame her for her conclusion. She’s completely broken, shattered, crying in our hotel room.

“The worst part is, I suspected all this,” she says between sobs. “I hoped I was wrong, but in my heart I knew this was all just some wedding fling. You needed a girl to occupy your bed until you went back to New York City, and I was the most desperate one you could find. God, I am the biggest loser! A virgin gets her feelings hurt by a couple of mean girls, so she runs off to bed three hot guys. They should make a movie about me!”

She laughs bitterly at her own joke, before continuing. “Then you guys started to get to know me. You seemed to like talking to me, and we didn’t always have sex. I let myself believe you truly cared about me. You set up a non-profit for me! Guys don’t just do that for any girl they meet. You don’t spend millions of dollars on random wedding hookups. Or so I thought.”

Kendall wipes her eyes again and tosses the soaked tissue onto the counter. She scrunches another one in her fist, ready for another round.

“It wasn’t until I talked to Trudy that I realized you were just buying me off. I didn’t want to believe her, so I came here, and when I saw you, I knew. I knew that everything she told me was the truth. You were using me this whole time, and you gave me my dream company so I’d leave you alone when you left.”

“Kendall, please, it isn’t like that,” I say.

She shakes her head. “It’s exactly like that.”

“Let us explain—”

Kendall shakes her head again. “You don’t need to explain, I get it now. I’ll stay out of your hair. You’ll never hear from me again.”

With that, she walks calmly out the door. None of us moves to follow her. She wouldn’t listen if we did.

“Shit, this is bad,” I say when the door closes behind her. I have no idea how things got so screwed up so quickly. If Kendall would have just let us explain, maybe she would have understood. Maybe we could have fixed all this.

Shit. We royally screwed up with Kendall. We’ve been screwing up for years. We’ve been jetting around the world, having sex with different women right and left, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake.

It’s completely meaningless. Our lives fucking suck. Sure, we have billions of dollars, connections, and all those other flashy things that are supposed to mean we’ve “made it.” None of that shit means anything. We haven’t “made it.” We’ve made a mess of things.

We need Kendall. For the first time in our lives, we’ve had someone who cared about us, not our money. She wasn’t even going to ask us to fund her non-profit. Sure, she wanted us to introduce her to potential investors, but she planned on doing the work herself.

We don’t just need Kendall. We want her. We want to wake up beside her and love her and be with her.

My stomach feels weird. I’ve never wanted to be with anyone before. Kendall showed up at the strangest time, but when you’re meant to be with someone, it doesn’t matter how or when you meet. When it’s right, it’s right. With Kendall, it’s perfect.

“We need to fix this,” I say.

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Call Herbie and get her address,” says Tag.

Shit, duh.

Trace puts Herbie on speaker phone.

“Hello?”

“Herbie, we need your help. We really messed up with Kendall but we want to make it right. Can you give us her address?”

“I knew you would, but sure. I got my happily-ever-after. It’s time to get yours.”

Herbie rattles off the address, and I write it down on the hotel notepad. “Thanks, man.”

“Good luck!” he tells us right before we hang up. We’re going to need all the luck we can get.

In the lobby, we ask the concierge for directions to Kendall’s address. She realizes we’re in a hurry and doesn’t offer any of her traditional chitchat.