~HUNTER'S POV~
The sound of my name being called made every muscle in my body tense.
I knew that voice – Patrick Henderson, my former business partner and the closest thing I had ever had to a brother before everything went to hell three years ago.
I turned slowly, my hand still gripping Celine's on the table, and there he was. Patrick stood near the restaurant's entrance, his familiar crooked smile in place, but his eyes held a sharpness that hadn't been there before.
He looked good – expensive suit, confident posture, success written all over him. The kind of success that should have been ours together.
"Hunter f*****g Reid," Patrick said, approaching our table with that easy swagger I remembered so well. "I heard you were back in town, but I had to see it for myself."
I felt Cel
