Cooper
My phone buzzed, and against my better judgment, I glanced down at the screen. It was Quinn. It was always Quinn these days.
Gavin never bothered contacting me anymore. Not that I could blame him. The rift between us had grown into something so vast and unmanageable, I didn’t know how we’d ever climb our way out.
I didn’t bother replying to my brother’s message, because honestly? I didn’t have an answer to his question. I didn’t know when I was going home. Being surrounded by palm trees and ocean breezes suited me just fine right now. And the girls with their sun-kissed shoulders and bikini lines were working overtime to keep me distracted.
Boston would always be my home, and my business was there. While I knew I’d have to return eventually, I wasn’t in any rush.
“Who was that?
