Free Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) by Danielle Jamie Page A

emotions the way that he does. But it isn’t fair to you being with someone who’s in love with another man.”
    Jax’s eyes widen as I confess out loud for the first time ever that I am in love with Dixon.
    “Wow that escalated rather quickly. Love? I feel like an idiot.” Raw hurt glimmers in his eyes. “You say I deserve to be with someone better? What about you, Brooklyn? Dixon’s my mate…but I won’t sit back and pretend to think that he’s a good guy when it comes to women. This is the same guy who slept with two girls at the same fuckin’ time and then rubbed it in your face. This is someone you can honestly say you’re in love with?” His words cut into me deep as they come out almost emotionless and cold. Clamping his jaw shut, he stares down at me waiting for my answer.
    I should’ve have expected less. I lead him on and made him think that I was all in on this relationship. In a way I was. I really wanted to give things with Jax a chance, but I can’t control how I feel. It’s not like I set out to have my life play out this way. I’d much rather go back to my carefree life instead of this merry-go-round of emotionally draining day to day life I’m now living.
    I’d be lying if I said I haven’t said everything he’s saying right now to myself many times since Hawaii. I want to believe Dixon is serious about changing. He’s really been trying since we got back from Hawaii. I haven’t heard or seen him with anyone else. He’s constantly texting me and making me feel special and missed by him while I’ve been back in L.A. I have to see where we go from here. If not, I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering ‘what if’ while settling for a safe and comfortable life with another man. Jax deserves to be with someone who looks at him like Savannah looks at Kayden. He’s too good of a man to be with a girl who sees him as her second choice.
    Reaching out for Jax, I rest my hand on his forearm. His eyes cold and distant watch my hand on his arm for a moment before finally softening as anger turns to sadness.
    “I know I look stupid for even contemplating giving Dixon a chance, but you don’t see how he is when it’s just him and I. He’s different. I truly believe he only did the things he did because he was scared. This is Dixon we’re talking about. The biggest gamophobic man on the planet! I believe he loves me too; we just need time to see how things with us play out.” I give his arm a gentle squeeze as I try to be honest with Jax. It’s the least that he deserves. “Please don’t be mad at Dixon. If you need to be mad at anyone—be mad at me. I’m the one who foolishly started seeing both of you. I never in a million years thought things between us would ever turn into anything serious. I was naive and now I’m paying for it. But I really do care about you and appreciate your friendship. I don’t want to lose that.”
    The worry lines between his brows and along his forehead slowly disappear as a softer expression takes over his face. Dropping his head toward the bar, he lets out a low groan and rubs his free hand over across his forehead. “I could never be mad at you, Brooklyn. Frustrated, yes, but angry? I can’t be angry at you for being honest with me. Sure, I’m hurt. But what can ya do? I knew what I was getting into when I started pursuing you. If I said I was shocked that you fell for Dixon, I’d be lying. I see the way you look at him. I was hoping that maybe over time you’d look at me like that. I wish you nothing but the best, honestly.” Shifting on the stool, he turns to face me, and cups my face in his hand. “I hope he appreciates what he has because you are truly extraordinary.”
    The pad of his thumb rubs at my cheek affectionately as he silently tells me goodbye without having to speak a word.
    I bring my hand up to cover his and lean in to press a kiss to his lips. I feel his fingers slipping away from my face as I pull away from him. “I hope