Alle Kapitel von His sisters boyfriend : Kapitel 181 – Kapitel 187

The phone rang at 6am.Jay was still half asleep when he heard it. He reached for it blindly. His hand knocked over a glass of water. The cold liquid soaked the sheets. He cursed under his breath.Cole stirred next to him."Who is it?" Cole mumbled."I don't know."Jay squinted at the screen. His agent. Not Elena. His hockey agent. Why would he be calling this early?"Hello?""Cole." It was Mark. His voice was tight. "I have news."Cole sat up. He took the phone from Jay. "What kind of news?""The kind you've been waiting for. And the kind you've been dreading.""What does that mean?""You've been traded."The words hung in the air. Jay watched Cole's face. It went pale. Then blank. Then something else. Something Jay couldn't read."Traded where?" Cole asked."Seattle. The expansion team. They want you as their captain.""Seattle?""Seattle. It's a big opportunity. They're building something new. They want you to lead it."Cole was quiet. His jaw was tight. His hand was gripping the p

The phone rang at 5am.Jay reached for it blindly. His hand knocked over a glass of water. The cold liquid soaked the sheets. He cursed under his breath."Hello?""Jay." It was Cole. His voice was tight. "I need to tell you something."Jay sat up. His heart was pounding. "What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong. But I need to tell you something.""What?""I've been thinking. About us. About the distance. About everything."Jay was quiet. He waited."I can't do this anymore," Cole said.Jay's blood ran cold. "What?""Not us. The distance. I can't do the distance anymore.""What are you saying?""I'm saying I want you here. In Seattle. With me."Jay was quiet. His mind was racing."I know it's a lot to ask," Cole said. "I know you have your work. Your studio. Your shows. But I can't keep waking up without you."Jay closed his eyes. "Cole...""I'm not asking you to give up your career. I'm asking you to move it. There are galleries in Seattle. There are studios. There are opportunities.""You wa

The flight to Seattle was long.Jay sat by the window. The plane lifted off. Detroit shrank below him. He pressed his face to the glass. He watched until the buildings disappeared. Then he watched the clouds. Then he watched nothing at all.He thought about everything he was leaving behind. The studio. The gallery. The coffee shop. The park. The life he had built. The person he had become.He thought about everything he was moving toward. Cole. A new city. A new studio. A new life.He didn't know what he was feeling. Sadness. Excitement. Fear. Hope. All of it. None of it. He closed his eyes.The plane landed at 3pm.Jay grabbed his bag. He walked through the terminal. He didn't know where he was going. He just followed the signs.He walked through the doors. The arrivals gate. People were waiting. Hugging. Crying. Laughing.Cole was standing in the middle of it all.He looked tired. His hair was messy. His eyes were red. But he was smiling. That smile. The one Jay fell in love with.J

The apartment was quiet.Jay sat on the couch. The TV was off. The windows were open. A soft breeze moved the curtains. He stared at the wall. His hands were empty. No brush. No canvas. No paint. Just his hands.Cole walked in from the kitchen. He sat next to Jay. He didn't say anything. He just sat there."I don't know what to do with myself," Jay said."You rest.""I've been resting for three days.""Then rest more."Jay shook his head. "I can't. My hands feel useless."Cole looked at him. "Your hands are not useless.""They feel useless.""Then hold something."Jay looked at him. "Like what?"Cole reached over and took Jay's hands. He held them in his own."Hold this," Cole said.Jay was quiet. He looked at their hands intertwined."That's not what I meant.""I know.""Then why did you do that?""Because you needed to feel something."Jay laughed. It was weak. But it was real. "You're impossible.""I'm determined.""It's the same thing.""It's not.""It is."The next day, Jay went