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276 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 25, 2025
“but…she hadn’t done anything wrong, and she was a breath of fresh air, and talking to her had stirred things in him that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Since that first night, he’d found himself seeking her out, talking with her for long hours, sitting beside her, laying his head on her shoulder when the weight of his responsibilities became too heavy.
Yes, he knew he was using Sarah for what he should be giving to Em, but Em, well…she was busy being the badass boss bitch at her business, a business she’d been dreaming about since she was thirteen. She was building success, and now that the kids were in college, she had more time to devote to her dream of being a professional florist. But where did that leave him?
Ignored. Forgotten. Pissed. Discontent. Out of sorts. Aching like a phantom limb.”
“Still…he hadn’t done anything truly wrong; he hadn’t touched Sarah with anything but comfort in mind. Sure, she was a fucking bombshell—tits, ass, plump lips, big eyes, a sensual innocence, and a sharp mind that was so refreshing he often found himself searching for her when he needed a break from club business. But that was just talking, sharing about their days, sitting together, being comfortable, eating together—not once had he wanted to do anything but…be with Sarah.
Not Emily.
Sarah.”
“Second, Frost had taken another woman to a place so deeply personal that she’d never told another soul about it…stupidly believing that Mads—Frost—felt the same way. Apparently, it meant nothing to him to take a woman who wasn’t his wife to sit beneath the red maple tree.”
“she probably knew he’d taken Sarah to their spot, their one special place that was just for them, where the tree symbolizing their life-long love for one another was standing, it’s shade having now covered him and another woman.”
“Why…why did you take her to our spot?” she asked, unable to comprehend that level of betrayal. That spot, that tree, was where her dreams were planted. Where their marriage had been planted, the roots deep and once well nourished, were now withering in soil too long left fallow.
A growl rumbled through the phone. “It’s just a fucking tree, Emily! I don’t know why you’re so fucking caught up on that! I took her there because I was going there and she just came along, okay? We ate lunch, we talked—it wasn’t anything special.”
Just…a…fucking…tree….
It didn’t help that he’d been seen by two of the brothers doing things with Sarah they apparently didn’t appreciate. Not once had he crossed the line with the woman, but he could see how sitting close, touching her, and even holding her in his arms to offer her emotional support could be misconstrued as something more intimate. He also hadn’t missed how pissed the brothers were with him regarding his behavior toward Em.
He’d done nothing wrong…not really. He might be a goddamn motherfucker about many things, but he wasn’t disloyal to Em, no matter what these men thought of him.
You must have done something wrong for your most loyal brothers to look at you like you’re a piece of shit.
“I just…when I look at Sarah…I see how Emily and I used to be. How we were before all the bullshit of life aged us. I wanted that feeling again…that piece of my life from before it all got so serious.”
There was nothing wrong with wanting to remember simpler times—it wasn’t like he was making out with Sarah under the red maple tree, for fuck’s sake!
“I never crossed the line with Sarah, never!” Frost snapped, making Patriot’s eyes narrow.
“You don’t consider sitting close, in intimate distance, touching another woman, offering another woman comfort, letting her touch you, lean against you as lines crossed?” Red asked, incredulous.”
He had wanted to be with Sarah—though not sexually, at least not sober. Yes, she was attractive, and there had been that single moment when he’d been curious about what going there would be like, but he’d never, ever taken the steps to get there. Never touched her inappropriately, never kissed her, and he’d never gone into her room or let her into his. His room at the clubhouse was his and Em’s.
She’d cut down their tree.
It’s just a fucking tree….
He’s said those words, not meaning them, and she’d acted, quickly and efficiently proving him a liar. Because that had been more than just a tree to him…to them.
And now it was burning, the smoke rising into the twilit sky carrying their memories—their first kiss, their first brush of naked skin against skin, their first promises to one another.
Gone.



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