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“Duh,” Tag said. “She move in yet?”

“I’m not you.” The teasing jab had Tag narrowing his eyes. Served him right. “She’s not going to move in with me. And I’m not you.” He turned to Reese. “If I asked her to marry me, she’d have a heart attack that would immediately precede my own. We’re good. We’re together and we don’t feel the need to define it past that.”

The words felt and tasted like stale bread. Eli and Isa weren’t “good,” and Isa did need to define what they had. He’d known that since the night in the bathtub. But he felt closer than ever to figuring out what a future with a woman might look like, and he needed his brothers off his back.

“Now that we’re done with the small talk, can I get to the rest of these bullet points?” Eli tapped the pad of paper in front of him with the end of his pen.

Reese’s smile wasn’t as big as before, but it was there, suggesting he knew something Eli didn’t know.

“Give it time, bro.” Tag’s grin was as shit-eating as ever.

Hadn’t Eli asked the same of Isa? She’d granted him time, but Eli wasn’t sure how long she’d given him. Or how long he’d need.

“Next item,” Eli said, once again focused on the present and his new position at Crane Hotels.


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