Chapter 63

“Pot, kettle, black!” Daniel frowns at Jake, his stubbornness veiling his face.

“Okay, I admit, I fucked-up when it came to Emma. But look where we are now. Man up, Daniel. Leila isn’t always going to be available; some guy will swoop in while you’re busy chasing your own ass.” Jake leans back in his chair with one arm draped across my back, stroking my shoulder, the other arm lying casually on the table.

Daniel sits up and tenses. “Look, can we drop this?” he says, rolling his eyes toward the bimbo like she matters, and both Jake and I smile in unison. Neither of us believes she cares; she’s absorbed in her phone with a face that says she’s oblivious to anything we’re talking about - totally uninterested.

“I’ll drop it when I know you’ve at least called her and groveled. She deserves more, and you know it as well as I do. You know her story,” Jake says, fed up, but Daniel seems evasive.

“I will… when I figure out what to say to her,” Daniel mumbles. Then eve