But quickly, I slip into the booth and hug Ben. He cries into my shoulder. “He’ll be okay, Pippy,” I whisper, and I look up at Thatcher. He crouches so we’re more eye-level. “I’ve asked Akara to put my brother with Beckett tonight. He agreed.” Banks is doubling up on Beckett’s detail. I breathe easier. Banks will look after Beckett. I know Thatcher’s brother has been drinking, but definitely not enough to be more than buzzed. “Thank you,” I say, my torn heart mending in a strong beat. He nods and then holds out his pinky. “I promise we won’t fuck this.” He means forcing my brother on a plane.
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