This book has spoilers in it if you haven’t read the By A Thread series yet, you may not want to read the synopsis. This is a companion book to that series and I highly suggest reading it first. Have you ever been involved in an epic love story where you wound up alone? Have you devoted yourself so completely to someone that you lost yourself in their abyss? Patrick Greer spent the past five years revolving around El. He fought like hell to not feel the emotions for her that were hidden deep in his gut, until he couldn’t anymore. He was so sure of them, of her, of what they were to each other, until he wasn’t. Patrick couldn’t even imagine the things he’d done for her, with her and to her. El broke him. He was a liar, a friend, a lover, a fixer, a runner and a killer. Now he had to figure out who he was without her.
*There are adult situations, tons of cussing and you may enjoy this book with an adult beverage.
“Stop, man,” Jesse said as he parked the car in front of Patrick’s new place.
“I’ve only lived with you for a few months, but even I know that look.”
“The look like someone kicked you in the fucking ribs,” Jesse answered and punched Patrick in the arm.
“I look like someone just kicked me in the ribs?”
“Pretty much.” Jesse walked in the propped open door. “Nice place, man.”
“Thanks. I don’t need much.”
“I know you wanted to get out on your own, but you could’ve stayed with me for awhile.”
“I appreciate that, but I’ve imposed for too long.”
“No imposition, man. I had fun having you around. Didn’t cramp my style at all.”
Patrick laughed, they’d had fun everywhere they’d gone for the past couple of months. “Glad I didn’t cramp your style.”
“No, really,” Jesse said seriously. “I need a good wingman that’s not a football player. We’ll definitely have to hang out after you move.”
“Well, you are my only friend here so far, so I guess you’ll do.” Patrick laughed. He was glad he had someone he could count on in Atlanta, who knew everything and he didn’t have to be too open with. He wasn’t good at sharing and stayed to himself mostly. Patrick had plenty of acquaintances, but he could count people he considered friends on one hand. He felt lucky. Jamie had no friends. Patrick put that thought away immediately. Jamie managed to invade his thoughts when he was least expecting it these days.
They shook hands and Jesse pulled him in for a one-arm hug. “Yo, you need to let all this stuff with Stella go.”
“I know.” He nodded. “I just can’t seem to get past it. I’m so mad at her.”
“You need to choose forgiveness,” Jesse instructed solemnly. “You both did what you did. It’s in the past. You staying mad at her is your way of hanging on to something that isn’t worth hanging on to.”
“She’s worth it,” he almost whispered.
“Yeah, for George, not you,” Jesse said firmly. “She’s not yours to hang on to, man.”
“But that’s the part that—”
“I know.” Jesse slapped Patrick’s back. “That’s the part you need to let go. Y’all fucked, it was good. You loved her, she loves you in her own way, and it’s fucking tragic. It’s not going to happen. She’s having George’s baby, they’re married. It’s done. Nothing else for you to do.”