HENRY POV
Walking out of practice that morning, sweat still clinging to my skin and the ache in my muscles fading with every step, I couldn’t stop smiling. Hell, I was *happy*. So damn happy I felt like I could burst.
Maria loved us. She’d said it—finally said it—and now everything was falling into place. We were moving out, leaving the weird tension of living under the same roof as our parents behind, and starting something of our own. Something real.
Dax had found the perfect apartment, one we’d already put a deposit down on. It wasn’t permanent—nothing could be, not with the dream of draft hanging over our heads—but it was ours for now. She was ours for the long run.
Everything felt perfect. Well, almost perfect.
James still existed. That was a problem I couldn’t pretend di
