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Caleb stared at his glass of whiskey, watching the light create shimmers of color in the liquid. He hadn't yet drunk a drop of it, and as he sat at the bar of the Fainting Goat, he knew he wouldn’t take a sip.
He pushed the alcohol away, disgusted with himself.
It had been a week since he and Megan had ended things. He hadn't spoken to her, and the few glimpses he’d gotten of her had ended with her avoiding his gaze. He'd stood outside her bakery more than once, about to go inside and get her to take him back, but he couldn't do it.
He was a coward, as always.
"You look like s**t," a voice said behind him. Harrison sat next to him and motioned to the bartender. "I'll have your darkest beer," he said.
Caleb glowered at his older brother. He really was not in the mood for whatever i
