Free Changing Everything by Molly McAdams Page A

pitchers!” Kristen called out, and looked around for a waitress.
    When no one came to our table, and no one had said another word, Brett pressed his lips to my temple. “I’ll go.” I gripped his hand harder when he started to stand, and he bent close to my ear again. “Just try to talk. I’ll be back, love.”
    Eli’s eyes never left mine, something I know Brett didn’t miss by the way his eyes lingered on the back of Eli’s head as he walked past him toward the bar.
    “Pay,” Eli’s deep voice rumbled a minute after Brett walked away.
    My chest burned, and my body was so tense I was positive I’d shatter if anyone touched me right now. But I ached for that voice. My eyes wanted to shut as it washed over me, and I knew goose bumps were covering my arms as a thousand different memories with Eli flashed through my mind.
    “We need to talk,” he urged.
    “Why didn’t you show up for her birthday?” Kristen bit out. “Or call?”
    “Kristen,” Jason warned.
    “I was in Texas. My sister was almost killed. Little bit of a family emergency.” Every word was clipped and sounded like it was coming from a robot. But it still got through to me.
    Remembering his voice mail, my eyes widened. “Oh my God. Rachel? Is she okay?”
    “She’s going to be fine.” Finally moving his eyes away from me, he glanced at Kristen for a few seconds. “I called Paisley that day.”
    “He did?” she asked me.
    I was back to trying to hold my rigid body together again now that Eli’s dark eyes were piercing into mine, but I somehow managed to nod. “He left a message, I didn’t know about it until after you were all gone . . . and it hadn’t explained anything other than he was in Texas because of Rachel.”
    When Eli spoke again, his voice was devoid of emotion—but his eyes were telling me a hundred things. Things I couldn’t handle right now. “But that’s not why I want to talk to you,” he insisted.
    I shook my head and tried to steady my shaking jaw. “I can’t talk to you about that,” I managed to whisper just as Brett came back.
    After setting a pitcher down on the table, he put a glass of Guinness in front of Eli, and my eyes widened. I’d mentioned that in passing.
    Looking at Brett, I wasn’t sure what I expected to find. Him smirking because he was trying to look better in front of me? Instead, his expression was solemn as he came to sit next to me.
    His eyes darted to Eli once he was in his chair, and following his line of sight, my breath got caught in my throat to find him still intently watching me. Everything about Eli’s exterior screamed that he was ready to fight somebody—anybody. But his eyes were pleading with me to listen to him.
    I couldn’t. I was sure if I did, I would want to believe him. I would forget about the years of heartache. I would do anything he asked me to.
    Looking back over to Brett, I hated when I found him watching me too, his expression barely concealing his sadness.
    I couldn’t sit here anymore. Not with these two men here.
    One who was taking my heart, the other who still owned my soul.
    Standing quickly, I ignored everyone calling my name and escaped from the bar and into the parking lot. Once I was outside, my steps turned into sprints until I reached Brett’s car. Bending over, I pressed my hands against my knees and took in staggering breaths.
    It hadn’t been a far run, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I’d been holding my breath from the moment Eli had walked in. It felt like I was about to break.
    “Come here,” Brett commanded gently, and pulled me upright so he could wrap his arms around me.
    A hard sob burst from my chest, and my body began trembling violently—and I hated that he was seeing this.
    Because he knew what this was, he knew who these tears were for, and that they had absolutely nothing to do with us.
    “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay,” he crooned, and pressed his lips to the top of my