“I had my ring from the cruise ship job melted down for it. It’s a sobriety token.”

Zane looked up. Ty was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, eyes on the floor.

“You told me one time that… I was your compass. I gave you direction when you were lost,” Ty said, nearly choking on the words. He glanced up, eyes reflecting like liquid in the low light. “Well, you were my anchor. You were something solid for me to hold onto. I wanted you to remember that.”

Zane stared at him for a solid minute, trying to feel something beyond the warmth of the whiskey, beyond the reach of the anger. He had convinced himself the Ty Grady he knew wasn’t the real one.

But what if it was? What if Zane was the only one who’d seen the real man beneath all those layers?

He turned the token over in his hand. “I believe in you” was etched on the other side. 


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