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By L.M Langley

Greg is worried about his best friend Kyle. Kyle's life seems to be spiraling out of control. Greg doesn't mind picking up the pieces, but his normally smart, ambitious and good-looking friend seems more distracted than usual after his last break-up. And he's starting to get annoyed at Greg trying to lend him a hand. 

What Greg doesn't realize is that Kyle is keeping something from him... and it could change both of their lives forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.M Langley
• Release date: Nov 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540196439

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© L. M. Langley 2016

Cover by M. Knepper

Edited by Leah Lederman 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thank you to all my beta readers and friends. You guys are awesome.

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I try not to make it a habit to stay up after midnight on a work night, but I can’t leave Kyle to his own devices when he has a date. It’s fine when he’s on the prowl — he can look after himself — but he’s a real fucking mess when he has to actually go out with anyone. He always ends up calling me after getting too drunk or being too aggressive or something.

I’m drifting off to sleep on the sofa when my phone pings and my heart drops in my chest.

It’s always something.

I don’t get it at all. Kyle’s a good-looking guy and he looks after himself. My experience with men, limited as it has been, has always been easier than my experience with women. I would have thought that someone like Kyle would have no issues getting with someone— and quickly.

But then, what the fuck do I know? I’m all about hook-ups nowadays, too. And it’s not like it’s on purpose, either— it’s never on purpose. But these girls, I don’t know, they’re fun at first, and then they’re not fun; they’re just boring or clingy and I’m sitting there talking to them about their family or whatever and wondering when they’re