Benjamin cast a silent glance at him, his voice low and hollow. “Tomorrow.”
Over the years, Brad had never really asked for anything. He had been there, quietly helping him, offering unwavering support.
Except for Samantha.
That was the one thing Brad had ever insisted on.
And now, Benjamin was about to hand over his own wife... to his best friend.
He felt as if he were drowning in a torrent of conflicting emotions.
Brad narrowed his eyes slightly as he caught the turmoil in Benjamin’s expression. “Then I’ll come pick you two up tomorrow morning.”
Benjamin’s hands curled into fists again, knuckles pale as he struggled to suppress the urge to lash out.
“Just in time,” he murmured, eyes downcast. “Jennifer came back.”
Brad let out a faint laugh. “She’s the one you’ve always loved.”
