Gavin
I took a deep breath, glancing one more time at the city streets below before stepping back inside the warm expanse of my brother’s apartment. Emma and Cooper were nowhere to be seen. Quinn was sitting on the couch, probably waiting for me, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.
“Want some?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Don’t think so.”
“How do you think it’s going to go?” he asked, and though there was no judgment in his voice, I could tell my answer meant a lot to him.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I shook my head. “Not well for one of us.”
“And you don’t know which one of you it will be?”
I glanced away, then met his searching gaze. My fists tensed at my sides, my knuckles turning white. Have faith, Gavin.
Have faith, Gavin.“Cooper will handle it better than I would have,
