Back at the apartment, Maxwell emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and clothes changed. He paused in the doorway, observing his sister and best friend at the kitchen table. The way they sat, Ericka leaning slightly into Dominic's space, his hand resting casually on her knee, spoke of an intimacy that had always been there, just beneath the surface. It was strange to see it so openly displayed after years of watching them dance around each other.A part of him wanted to be annoyed. This would complicate things, change the dynamic between the three of them. But the larger part, the part that had watched his sister cry over this man, the part that had listened to Dominic's circular reasoning about why he couldn't act on his feelings, felt only relief."So," he said, dropping into the chair across from them. "What's the plan for today? Because I drove four hours to make sure my sister wasn't dying, and now I'm stuck here until at least tomorrow."Ericka rolled her
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