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to give him props though — he was by my side when my world came crushing down around me when I lost Candice. He was the one who got me out of the house to take me surfing, bought copious bottles of booze to numb it all, and first introduced me to Sarah. He was also the one I found pounding into her on the couch in my apartment — a sight that would forever be etched into my memories. I’d never forget the smirk she fired at me when she saw me or the way Blake begged for my forgiveness. It was from that moment I became the asshole Savannah first met, the asshole who spent his day drowning in booze, screwing random chicks, and being the prick of a guy I’d thought I deserved to be.
    “Tate!”
    Tanzi’s voice snatched me from reliving memories of my past and my ears were overcome with the sound of chatter around me. People were exiting the plane — I was in New York City. I was in the same city as Sav. Now what? I wasn’t just known for being an asshole — I was also known for spontaneity.
    I grabbed my cell from my jacket pocket and scrolled through, looking for Simon’s number, and sent a text.
    Me: Simon, it’s Tate. I am in New York. What’s the address of Beautify and where is she staying?
    Mr Davenport: What the fuck? What are you doing?
    Me: I need to see her.
    Mr Davenport: Don’t fuck this up.
    Me: Have faith in me, Simon. Do you think I’d fly 3000 miles to fuck this up? What more do I have to do to make you see that I am in this for good?
    Mr Davenport: I knew I liked you for a reason. I’ll call Beautify and tell them to let her off for the afternoon. She needs to work though, Tate, so don’t make me ban you from the office. I’ll text you the info. Give her a hug for me. I miss her too, you know.
    I jammed my phone into my pocket and rubbed my hands over my face in frustration. I knew I had a lot to prove to Simon, and if it was the last thing I did on this earth, I would prove to him that I was worthy of Savannah. Right now though I needed to shake my frustration and get to her. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I stood to stretch, looking down at Tanzi and Jack.
    “Let’s go.”
    “What are we doing?” Tanzi asked as we rushed through the busyness of JFK arrivals.
    “I am going to see Sav. I don’t know about you two,” I said anxiously as I rushed through the arrivals, dodging other people excitedly arriving in the Big Apple with my eyes searching for a cab. I was a bundle of anxiety, excitement, nervousness, and anticipation.
    “Tate, I want to see Sav too.” Tanzi grabbed my arm and pulled me back so I was walking in step with her. She was whining like a five-year-old who had her Barbie taken from her.
    “Let’s go to dinner tonight in Times Square. I just really need to see her on my own. Do you really want to see your brother having sex?” I joked, desperate to ease the tension. My words were full of jokes but my eyes were pleading with her. Tanzi huffed a response before we took off in search of a cab while she desperately tried to get a room at the same hotel Sav was at.
    “I’ve seen you do a lot of shit, Tate. Thankfully having sex hasn’t been one of them and I don’t plan on changing that.”
    Why were there so many cabs in New York City? I was on edge, clutching my phone with a death grip. I’d been biting my bottom lip since the moment I gave the cab driver the address for Beautify. Mr. Confidence had run for the hills. My eyes darted out the window, trying desperately to find a distraction. New York City had definitely been an escape for me over the years, and I loved nothing more than getting distracted in the craziness of the city. I swear I had drunk my bodyweight in scotch in this city.
    “Sir, we are here.”
    I lifted my sunglasses from my eyes, turned my head, and looked out the window towards the glistening building in front of me. It towered sky high. Handing God only knows how much money to the cab driver, I opened the door and stepped out into the sunshine of