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move on, but it all came rushing back the moment I saw Robert. Everything shifted around me, and I was suddenly back to that night, back to the moment I found Jenna’s lifeless body hunched over in her car. The flashing lights, the horn blaring. All the blood on my hands as I sat on the curb while they removed her from the car. Jenna’s head falling to the side as the lowered her to the gurney.
    The moment when everything fell apart.
    Resorting back to my old habits, to my safety net, was the only way I knew how to cope. The open bar made that possible.
    The moment I had drunk so much that my eyes began to cross involuntarily, I decided I’d had enough. I had no idea who helped me from the bar and led me from the reception hall. As we walked, my head bobbed from side to side, and I closed my eyes tightly to refrain from vomiting as the world spun around me and everything blurred together.
    Soft lips brushed against the edge of my mouth before a gentle whisper filled my ears. “Please forgive yourself, and forgive him. You need to heal, Kade. Let me help you.”
     
    ***
     
    My dreams were filled with reassuring whispers and long, silky blonde hair covering my chest. The soothing trail of fingertips along my abdomen and hip. Soft kisses against my heated skin as I faded in and out of consciousness.
    When I woke up alone in my bed, still fully clothed in last night’s attire, I immediately wondered how the hell I got home. Avery’s touch had felt so real, but she wasn’t here. Had I dreamed it?
    When Jude entered my bedroom carrying a cup of coffee, I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled and placed the cup on my dresser, which stood at the left of the bed. I guess he’d been the one to take me home.
    “Mornin’, sunshine,” he chirped in a very un-Jude-like fashion. “How do you like your eggs?”
    “Why, lover boy? You making me breakfast?” I sat up in bed and immediately grabbed my forehead as it began to throb.
    “You need to get something in your stomach—besides all that fucking whiskey you consumed last night, I mean.” As he pushed off the edge of the dresser, I noticed a red mark on his left cheek.
    “What the hell happened to your face?” I asked, pointing at the spot.
    “You and your drunk stupidity happened. You better thank Avery and Callie when you see them next time. I was ten seconds from beating your fucking ass, but they convinced me you were already on the edge of death, so killing you would be a waste of my time.”
    I knew Jude was a mean son of a bitch. I had heard stories from Jett about his temper and his constant torn-up knuckles. Which could only mean one thing—he liked punching things. No one was completely clear as to what he was punching or whom, but it was obvious to anyone he didn’t take any shit. On more than one occasion he’d shown up at Jett’s for his shift looking as if he’d gone ten rounds with the heavyweight champion of the world. He never offered an explanation, only insisted that his business was private and to back the fuck off.
    Then it all came back to me—the wedding and the reception, followed by telling Avery that her stepdad was responsible for Jenna’s death. “Shit,” I grumbled. “How’s Avery?”
    Jude walked out, ignoring my question.
    I scrambled from the bed and followed. “Jude, is she okay?”
    “She’s fine. I mean as good as she can be doing, considering you told her the man she calls Dad is a murderer.” The irritation rang loud and clear in his voice. “But let me ask you something,” he said, turning around to face me as we reached my small kitchen. “Was that shit really necessary? Was it the time or the place to break her heart and throw that garbage in her face?”
    I hung my head. Knowing I threw my problems back on Avery only made me feel like a complete asshole.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Avery
     
    Callie wouldn’t let it go. She began interrogating me the moment we entered the bathroom.