Lucas's sharp brows furrowed slightly as he delivered a cold reminder:
"No matter how upset you are, drowning yourself in alcohol won't solve anything.
Do you really think Sarah would forgive you and take you back just because you're punishing yourself?
That's childish."
"And you weren't childish when you were chasing Beauty?
What else am I supposed to do to make her forgive me?
You have no idea how much it hurts to see those men looking at her, flirting with her—you wouldn't understand this feeling."
Drake lowered his head, resting his forehead on one hand, his face flushed red.
"Of course I understand—we've been brothers for years.
But this isn't the way.
You know Sarah's personality better than I do.
I've told you before, haste makes waste."
Drake lifted his bloodshot eyes and scowled.
"Easy for you to say now that you've got what you wanted.
If I don't act fast, she'll be gone before the New Year.
And then it'll be even harder to win her back."
