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“For now,” he says. “Think of another one for tomorrow. You’re gonna tell me something good about yourself every day until you love you the way I love you.”

“Oh, good,” I grumble under my breath. “I was afraid you might drop it.”

He laughs against my lips. “Breakfast?”

“Can I cook it for you?”

“Absolutely not.”

EPILOGUE

EASTON

“How long until we have to be back at the airport?” I ask, dragging Adam up Belvedere Road by his hand.

He checks his watch, quickening his pace to keep up with me. “About an hour and a half.”

“Perfect,” I say, looking up at the London Eye in the near distance.

I’ve only ever seen it in pictures and Adam’s drawings. It’s massive up close.

This is only my second time in London, but unfortunately it’s going to be a short trip. We don’t have enough time for Adam to show me around the city, so we’re only making one stop. We landed at the airport a little over an hour ago, and I have to be back in Hawthorne by tonight for a game. Coach and the guys will kick my ass if I miss it. I’m already cutting it close as it is, but as the end of the season gets closer, I’m going to be even more busy, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to do this with Adam.

As we pass a popular steakhouse on our left, Adam tells me that’s where Axel used to work. I slow to peek through the windows, impressed.

Just as we start to speed up again, someone calls, “Adam,” and I look over my shoulder to find a tall, blond-haired, boy-next-door-looking waiter jogging out of the restaurant. “I thought that was you.” He hugs my guy, and I grit my teeth, tightening my grip on Adam’s hand.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Adam gives me a look, but I don’t take my eyes off the prick with a death wish who still hasn’t removed his arm from around Adam’s shoulders.

“Oh, hey. You must be the stepbrother.” He laughs, releasing Adam and holding his hand out to me. “Easton, isn’t it? I’m Anthony, Axel’s best friend.”

I glare at his hand before turning to Adam. “How does he know who I am?”

“Axel got hammered one night and told him all about you,” Adam explains. “I wasn’t there to stop him.”

“Speaking of your asshole brother,” Anthony says, not the least bit embarrassed as he drops the hand I didn’t shake. “How is he? He hasn’t called me back in a couple of weeks.”

A knowing smirk touches my lips. “Can’t imagine why,” I mutter.

“He’s…fine, I guess,” Adam says. “I’ll tell him to call you when I get home.”

“How long are you staying in London? I get off at ten tonight. We should go out?—”

“No.”

Adam laughs at me under his breath. “We’re leaving in a couple hours,” he says to Anthony. “Maybe next time.”

“Okay. Good to see you.” He moves as if he’s about to come near Adam again, but wisely decides against it. Instead, he looks down at our joined hands and winks at Adam. “Nice meeting you, Easton,” he calls over his shoulder, giving me a little finger wave.

I wait until he’s back inside the restaurant before I say, “You know he’s in love with your brother, right?”

Adam scrunches his nose. “No way. Why would you think that?”

I shrug. “I sense these things.”

“Based on a sixty-second conversation?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re good, but you’re notthatgood.”