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clothes, though.
Sorry.”
    Nick hopped off the bed
and grabbed my bag for me. “No need to be sorry,” he said sincerely as he
handed it to me. “When you’re done, I picked up some food from the restaurant.
We should eat before we hit the road.”
    “We’re not meeting the
guys?”
    “They’re actually eating
now. We wanted to be on the road soon, so they decided to eat without us so
they could finish preparing.”
    I felt bad about taking
an extended shower now. “You should have told me to hurry.”
    Nick scratched the back
of his neck. “They wanted to give you some space. They know they can be a bit
much.”
    There was something
haloing his words, and when I figured it out, I tightened my hold on the towel
around me and looked down at my toes. “They know about last night?”
    “They sensed it, yes,” he
replied softly. “But they’ve been through it too, so they understand. Well, all
but Corbin. He had this mastered before he was fifteen.”
    Confused, I looked back
up at Nick, and he smirked. “He’s Marcus’ son. One of the few full-bloods in
the Pack.”
    There was so much I still
had to learn about this life and these people.
    “Now, uh, you should go
put some clothes on,” he continued. “I’m having a hard time being the gentleman
I was last night.”
    I knew he was mostly
kidding, but the deep tenor of his voice sent a shiver up my spine, and goosebumps prickled up all over my body. Swallowing
thickly, I took two nervous steps backward and retreated into the bathroom,
locking the door behind me. I dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a thick
white turtleneck sweater. Not wanting to waste time with blow-drying my hair
when I’d already spent so much in the shower, I decided to let it air-dry into
its natural wavy state and applied a little makeup to hide the dark circles
under my eyes. When I returned, I found Nick had spread our lunch out on the
bed.
    “What are we having?” I
asked as he handed me a sandwich wrapped in cellophane.
    “Turkey and Swiss,” he
replied with a grin. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
    The sandwich had barely
touched my lips, and I froze. Nick noticed this and set his own sandwich down.
“Brooke?”
    My hands started to shake
as multiple emotions overwhelmed me. David and I were discussing plans to host
dinner for our families tonight…before we got into a fight and I fled the
house, leading to his death. Had I stayed instead of acting like a coward,
could it all have been avoided?
    Logic told me probably
not. Samantha Turner still would have shown up. Deep down, I knew this. But I
still wondered, what if…
    Those two words, while
small, were powerful. They held the possibility for a different outcome. An
outcome I would give anything to change.
    What would we be doing?
Preparing the turkey? Maybe our mothers and I would be fighting for counter
space in my tiny kitchen while our dads and David watched the game and had a
beer. This would have been our first Thanksgiving with both sets of parents,
and because of what happened, I was sitting in a hotel room having a turkey
sandwich. With my ex.
    A tear slid down my
cheek, alarming Nick. He put his sandwich down on the wrapper. “I know you’d
rather be with your parents today, but—”
    I shook my head. “No.
It’s not just that,” I confessed, wiping the tear from my cheek. “David and
I…we had plans to host Thanksgiving for our families. I’d completely forgotten
what today was.”
    Nick sat in silence,
probably unsure how to console me. It was no secret he disliked David, but he
never wished this upon him. He had told me that it was dangerous for me to
continue on with our relationship. And while I was certain part of his
reasoning for saying this was borne out of jealousy, I now knew he was afraid of
what would happen and how it would affect me. In hindsight, I should have
listened sooner.
    I tried to put on a happy
face, but it felt forced. “This is fine. Thoughtful,” I said softly, picking
the