Page 107 of Wright Together

“What happened?” West asked.

I explained as much as I could. I didn’t want to divulge Eve’s secrets, especially since she had spent so much time trying to hide what had happened with Bailey. But I gave my siblings enough details to understand that she was gone.

“But she’s coming back,” Harley said. She looked to West. “She’s coming back, right?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug.

West crossed his arms. “You know what the problem is?”

“What?”

“You’re completely out of control.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Come on. Don’t bullshit us. We know the real Whitton Wright. You’re the five-year-plan guy. You have to be in control of everything and everyone around you. And now, everything that fit into place is all disrupted, and you can’t do anything about it.”

I clenched my jaw. “And?”

“And you need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Trying to control the situation.” West set his beer down. “Eve hasn’t called or texted. She left for home without you. There’snothingyou can do about it, man.”

“But I want to be there for her.”

“You’re just going to have to deal untilshewants you there,” West said.

Harley nodded, downing more of her drink. “It’s not going to be fun, but she’ll appreciate that you’re waiting for her when she returns.”

I sighed heavily, dropped my phone and beer onto the coffee table, and put my head in my hands. “Fuck.”

Harley patted my back. “It’ll be okay.”

West plucked the beer off the table and took a sip. “In the meantime, we can still drink.”

“Yeah,” I grumbled. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Anything for your melodrama,” Harley said.

I jerked my head up at her, but she was already laughing.

“Siblings are the best,” I muttered sarcastically.

Harley and West laughed at me, but they did the best by me that they could. Harley turned on some rom-com that we both groaned about. West ordered pizza. It tasted like ash in my mouth, but at least it helped me forget, even for a short period, that I still hadn’t heard from Eve.

I got up to get another slice of pizza when Harley called from the living room, “Oh, your phone is ringing!”

I rushed back into the room. “Eve?”

Harley shook her head, and I frowned, snatching the phone off the coffee table. Colton’s name showed on the screen. What the fuck?

“Colt?”

“Hey, boss,” he said, the sounds of a raging party in the background. “I think I messed up.”

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