Jandy flinches. “What do you need to stop?”

He slices a hand through the air. “All of it. You coming up to me at lunch, you seeing my family at matches, you making up stories about your sister. It has to stop.”

Jandy breathes out hard through her nose. Her top lip quivers. “And you think coming here will make it stop?”

She sounds as if she’s trying to be tough, but her will is breaking.

“I have an offer for you.”

That makes me sit up taller. He didn’t mention an offer.

Jandy shakes her head, worrying her lip, glancing at me. She lowers her voice. “I don’t want to discuss this with other people present.”

“Please,” Erik implores.

She shakes her head and folds her arms.

“I’ll step outside,” I suggest, since outside is a mere ten feet away.

“That’s fine,” Erik says.

I leave and pace on the sidewalk, hoping to hell and heaven and back that he isn’t caving and giving her his share of the company. I text Christian again to see what he’s up to, but he doesn’t respond. I spend a few minutes making sure I’m checked into my flight in a couple hours, then I send a note to my brother, since I’ll see him soon.

Briefly, I contemplate inviting Christian to join me in New York, and the idea sends a thrill through me. I’d love to show him my old stomping grounds. I’d love to take him around the city, to kiss him in Central Park, along Fifth Avenue, and by the Met.

But I resist. He’s clearly busy, and I have work to focus on with Nate and the Luxe. The cliff will have to wait.

Soon enough, Erik steps through the doorway of the café and onto the sidewalk, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.

He doesn’t look back at Jandy as she walks along the street, her head tucked down, until she fades into the early morning crowds. He simply walks toward me, a few sheets of paper in his hand.

“You look pleased,” I remark.

He beams. “I am. I struck a deal, and she said yes. Let me go track down Christian so we can tell him everything.”

I’m dying to know everything too.

35ELISE

Twenty minutes later, we walk into another café across the city, and Christian is waiting, drinking a coffee at an outdoor table. He runs a hand through his hair, slick with sweat from his run. A smile seems to tug at the corner of his lips when he spots me, but then it fades. He stands and drops a kiss to my cheek, and I wrap an arm around him, craving a bit of closeness. “Hi.” His voice sounds strained.

“Hi,” I say, and nerves thread through me. Christian seems cooler than usual. I want to ask him why, but Erik has a bulldog puppy inhabiting him today.

Erik clamps one hand on my shoulder and the other on Christian’s, separating us as he chuckles like Santa Claus. “And that kind of show won’t be necessary any longer.” Erik grabs a chair and parks his hands behind his head, clearly pleased with himself.

“What do you mean?” Christian asks as he takes a seat too. I do the same.

Erik’s grin stretches from Paris to Copenhagen. “She sold me her shares.”

My eyes widen.

Christian’s jaw comes unhinged. “What?”

He slaps the papers on the table victoriously. “I was tired of her games. So I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I knew when she tracked you down at the match that she was at the end of her rope, so I figured I had a shot at putting an end to this whole ruse.” He gestures from Christian to me, and his smile grows. He is the portrait of a proud man. A man who solved a problem. “The two of you were tremendous. You came through for me, and I can’t thank you both enough. But I’m tired of being the pathetic loser who begged his brother to marry a woman he was merely shagging so I could stay in charge of a company.”

I bristle at the way Erik describes me, especially since Christian and I weren’t even sleeping together till after we tied the knot. “Is that how you described this?” I ask my husband.

He slashes a hand through the air. “No. Absolutely not.”

Erik waves a hand. He’s undeterred. “You know what I’m getting at. The two of you had a deal. You made a deal for me, and I bloody love you for it. But we all know the score. You like each other. But no one is in love here, so you shouldn’t have to fake it, and now you don’t.” He leans back and swipes one palm across the other. “Problem solved.”

“What?” Christian and I speak the one-word question at the same time, looking at each other, then at Erik.

I straighten my spine, part my lips, and am this close to asking Christian what his brother means with the whole not in love comment, when realization smacks me hard. Erik knows Christian doesn’t love me. Of course he knows. They’re brothers, they’re besties—they know all the things.

My heart crashes to the floor and shatters into thousands of jagged bits. A tear slaloms down my cheek, and I wipe the traitorous evidence away as quickly as I can. Neither one of them notices since they’re focused on each other.

My fingers shake, and I hurt.

I hurt everywhere.

“Why did you do this?” Christian asks his brother in a heavy tone.

Erik slams his fist on the table in excitement. “I needed to be a man and solve my shit. So I made her a ridiculous offer for her shares, and she said yes. I figured she’s realized her gambit failed, and I bought out her shares for more than they’re worth to get her off my back and out of my life. She signed the papers Oliver’s firm drew up, and I’m the majority shareholder again.” He beams again, no clue that his news has cracked me in two. “I now pronounce you ex-husband and ex-wife. Why don’t you let me buy you breakfast, so Elise can be on her way to the airport?”

I sit in stunned silence, unsure what to say to anyone but the waiter. I ask for a coffee, but when I’m halfway through, I can’t take it any longer. I can’t take sitting here across from Christian while Erik prattles on about next steps for the firm and deals he wants to put together. He fires ideas at Christian, who weighs in matter-of-factly, as if he’s ended one business deal and is embarking on another.

Why on earth should I stay? I’m not needed. This is business for them. We don’t need to play pretend anymore.

I stand. “I need to go.” I do my best to erase the sound of tears from my voice, but I’m not sure I’m successful. “Flight to catch.”

“Your trip is today?” Christian asks, curiously.

I nod as I step away from the table so I can hail a taxi. Erik and I say goodbye, then I answer Christian. “Yes, Nate moved it up by two days. I called last night to tell you, but Erik answered.”

“And invited you to go along to see Jandy?” he says, as if he’s putting puzzle pieces together.

I nod, swallowing in the words, because if I speak I will break down.

Christian signals to his brother that he’ll be right back, then he follows me down the sidewalk, his brow furrowed. “Did you know he was going to make the offer?”

I shake my head, forcing myself to speak as evenly as I can. “No idea. He said he couldn’t face her alone.”

“He went in there on his own and did it?”

I take a breath. “He said he needed company, and I said yes because I wanted to be helpful.”

He nods a few times and hums. “You’ve always wanted to be helpful.”