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almost-polite tone (when it came to Jack) disintegrated even further as the texts progressed.
    I can’t believe you left right before Thanksgiving. I thought you were coming to our house.
    The “our house” in that particular message said it all, Noah thought darkly as the elevator opened onto the third floor. He wasn’t about to intrude on Jack and Izzy’s first Thanksgiving as a couple. He’d never thought of himself as particularly masochistic and he wasn’t about to subject them—and himself— to that. Besides, if he needed a place to go for the holiday, he could have always driven farther down, to San Diego, and visited his mom and her husband and their two little girls. But even though he loved his mom and didn’t mind the man she’d married, their home felt nothing like his home.
    You’d better have a damn good explanation. You know it’s only a matter of time before Izzy confesses.
    He knew the precise text when this prediction came to pass.
    This is the fucking stupidest thing you’ve ever done. I can’t believe you went down there to find her .
    Normally a text message was relatively devoid of all vocal connotation, but Noah could practically hear the disdain dripping from his best friend’s voice when he said her . After all, Jack was pretty much the only guy on the team that had seen right through Tabitha’s charm and he’d done his level best to warn Noah away from her. Noah hadn’t listened, though. He’d been caught in the web of lust and then love and he hadn’t been able to see Tabitha for who she really was.
    He and Jack had fought a lot over Tabitha and he regretted that almost more than anything else. Jack was a good guy, the best friend a guy could have, and in Noah’s darkest moments, when he remembered what he’d said to him over a woman , the humiliation and regret were almost too much to stomach.
    Noah unlocked his door and let it shut behind him, flicking on the light. It was pretty standard, as hotel rooms went, with a king bed dominating the center of the room, covered with a generic flowered bedspread. An oak-veneered dresser and desk sat opposite the bed, and he said a small prayer of thanks that the TV was a modern flat screen model. The bathroom was as standard as the rest—but at least, Noah thought with a wry smile, the shower curtain was mold-free and there weren’t any bugs on the floor. He’d stayed in better rooms, and he’d definitely stayed in worse.
    Still, if this was the “nicest” room the Sand Point Hotel had, he was a freaking monk. He had to give Hannah a little credit, she’d had a backbone after all, though when he saw her again he’d have to warn her. Some guys might not have the same sense of humor about her little bait-and-switch.
    He threw his bag on the bed and flopped down next to it. The mattress wasn’t even horrible, Noah thought as he pulled out his phone and clicked through Jack’s texts again. A new one had joined the rest. It was from Izzy.
    Sorry I folded. Don’t take what he says too seriously. He’s just worried about you.
    Noah let the phone slip through his fingers to the bedspread and closed his eyes against the harsh overhead light. That was almost the very worst—and the very best. Jack didn’t trust that he wouldn’t take one look at Tabitha and beg her to take him back.
    As if he hadn’t done enough begging. Those were occasions he only remembered in his darkest moments, and unfortunately it felt like so much of the last few months had practically been pitch black.
    His head ached and Noah rolled over, pressing his face against a pillow, gritting teeth against the nauseous pitch and roll of his stomach. He hated when the headache developed into a migraine. That meant he’d have to take something, and the pain pills made him feel weak and vulnerable. But anything was better than spending the night crouched over the toilet.
    Noah forced himself upright and carefully, cautiously sorted through his bag, finding the pain