Release Me: (The Beckett Brothers, #5)

by L.A. Gallagher

‘You… you… counted the days?’ Her pristinely shaped eyebrows knit together. ‘I can’t help it. Every fucking second has felt like an hour. Every minute you’ve been with him felt like a month. Your wedding was the worst day of my life.’ If I had any sense, I’d shut my fucking mouth. But I’m not known for being the shrewdest Beckett. I’m known for being the boldest. And I’m dangerously close to telling my best friend’s wife that I don’t just like her, no. I fucking love her. Because I do. There’s no other word for this agony. To the point it causes me physical pain, and has done from the second I learned she could never be mine. She exhales heavily. ‘If it’s any consolation, my wedding was the worst day of my life too.’ She twists her head to look at the wedding portrait blown up on a massive canvas hanging on the hall wall beside her. It’s her turn to laugh bitterly. ‘It’s no consolation.’ I murmur, low and steady. ‘I don’t want you to be miserable, sweetheart. You deserve every happiness this life has to offer. I’m just sorry I can’t be the one to give it to you.’