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Greg was a muscular, fully grown man. He could handle honesty.
    Tired of that damn question.
    His response was a frowny face, which made Charlotte smirk. Greg did not seem like the kind of man who used emoji, but he did with her and Brandy.
    If you want to drop by tomorrow I promise not to yell at you again.
    Again, Greg’s response was immediate.
    I’ll be by right after work. Around 6.
    Charlotte felt tears well up in her eyes at the supportiveness he demonstrated. He seemed completely unfazed by her emotional ups and downs and her outbursts.
    See you then , she typed. Goodnight.
    Brandy would have made fun of her use of proper grammar in texts, but Charlotte had always been a writer and couldn’t stand to butcher the English language.
    Night. Try to rest.
    She sighed and placed the phone back on her nightstand. Despite everything, Charlotte knew she was blessed to have such wonderful friends. Without them she would be completely and utterly lost.

    The next evening, Brandy and Greg arrived together. All the awkwardness Charlotte felt disappeared as soon as they came in and Greg walked to her to pull her into a tight hug. Tears welled in her eyes again. It seemed that she cried constantly since Adam died.
    Greg’s voice rumbled in his chest under her ear. “Hi, babe.”
    Charlotte wanted to laugh but wasn’t sure she would ever laugh with true joy again. In college she used to tease Greg that he called all the girls babe because he couldn’t remember their names. Not that he dated a lot, but they girls flocked to him anyway.
    Greg wasn’t classically handsome. Instead, he just had an air about him that stated he was confident and in control. That kind of self-assurance drew college girls like a tractor beam. It didn’t hurt that he had beautiful grey eyes, firm lips, and an amazing, sculpted body that he honed in the gym several times a week. Now that he was in his mid-thirties, that confidence and that body were coupled with a level of sophistication that made him even more attractive.
    It also made Charlotte want to lean on him. The weight of her loss was so heavy that the breadth of his shoulders tempted her to give her grief to Greg, even if for a short time. Instead, she pulled out of his arms and wiped her face.
    “I’m glad you came,” she said, and she meant it. She needed the love and support of her two closest friends.
    “If you ever need anything, I’m here, whether you ask for help or not.”
    Charlotte gave him a small smile. It was the first time that it didn’t feel forced or as though the change in her expression would cause her skin to crack like glass.
    “Thank you.” She looked over at Brandy. “And thank you, too, Brandy. I would never have made it through the last two weeks without either of you.”
    Greg took her hand in his. “I just wanted to say that I regret not telling you about Derek.”
    Charlotte shook her head. “No, Brandy was right. If either of you had told me, I wouldn’t have believed it. Even if I had, I would have probably been angry with you, even though it was undeserved. In situation like that, the messenger isn’t just shot, they’re burnt to a crisp.”
    He nodded and released her fingers. Charlotte studied him.
    “Have you talked to Derek?” she asked.
    Greg shrugged. “Not really. He’s been working with clients in Fort Worth this week so he hasn’t been in the office much. I think he scheduled his week with the intention of avoiding me.”
    Charlotte frowned at him. “Why?”
    An expression she didn’t recognize crossed Greg’s face. Later she would realize it was pure rage. Since Greg rarely lost his temper, she didn’t understand what she was seeing.
    “Derek knows that I am extremely unhappy with him right now. He put me between a rock and a hard place. Then he didn’t even have the decency to act like he gave a shit. He was smart to avoid me.”
    Charlotte wasn’t sure what to say at his harsh words. The awkwardness was back and she looked