Ethan and Jeremiah were at a luxury boutique, browsing suits while a fashion advisor spoke to them about styles and fabrics. But Ethan’s mind was elsewhere—his thoughts tangled in the fight he’d had with Alex.
He was hurt, but he didn’t regret what he said. Alex had crossed a line, and Ethan knew he wasn’t wrong. Still, the nonstop calls from Alex only made it harder. Ethan hadn’t answered a single one.
Jeremiah noticed Ethan’s distant look. He turned to the fashion advisor and said politely. ''Could you give us a moment?''
She smiled and nodded, stepping away.
Jeremiah gently tapped Ethan’s arm, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Ethan blinked and looked at him. ''What’s wrong?''
Jeremiah studied his face. ''I should be the one asking you that. You’re distracted. Is it because of Ale
