Amelia's brother? That had to be Andrew Lane, right?

Just hearing Andrew's name made Tanner's stomach twist. The guy sitting next to him, Tristan, had literally just gotten into it with Andrew earlier. Tanner felt a bead of sweat run down his back. Amelia had already gotten upset before, just because he was friends with Emily. If she found out his best friend got into a fight with her brother, he was doomed.

Suddenly desperate, Tanner started typing at lightning speed. "Come on, don't bother your brother. Let me come pick you up."

Amelia shot back, "Who said he's your brother too?"

Tanner grinned at his phone. "Isn't it just a matter of time?"

She replied with a string of dots, but she still turned him down. Andrew was already on his way to pick her up.

Tanner nearly pulled his hair out. He typed again, "Seriously, aren't you in the city to see me? Don't trouble your brother, trouble me! I'm totally free right now!"

Another line of dots. "Who told you I came to see you?"

Tanner fired back, "Wait, really? If you didn't come to see me, then why are you here?"

Amelia was sitting in the airport VIP lounge, looking stylish as always. Even though it was almost freezing outside, she was rocking a short skirt, a snug wool sweater, and a trench coat that brushed her calves. She had on sheer tights and cute leather boots, giving off a cool, put-together vibe.

Luckily, the lounge had the heat blasting, so she was perfectly comfortable. She held her phone, her eyes a mix of impatience and secret amusement, her fingers flying across the screen as she replied to Tanner.

"Don't flatter yourself, okay? I'm here for my brother and Isabella.”

Tanner stared at the message, scratching his head. Her brother was obviously Andrew, but who was Isabella? He'd heard Andrew and Isabella Austin were divorced, and

Andrew was supposedly into Emily now.

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He thought for a second. Amelia hated Emily, no way she'd call her Isabella. So she must mean Isabella Austin.

Everyone knew about Isabella Austin's situation. Tanner knew it too, and since it involved his friend's ex, he decided to tread carefully.

"So, what are you here for?"

Amelia replied, feeling both annoyed and a little pleased with herself, "None of your business."

Tanner was about to type something back when her next message popped up. "Okay, enough. My brother's here."

All he could do was send, "Let me know when you're free. I'll take you out."

No response.

Amelia got to her feet and handed her suitcase to the man in front of her. He was Andrew's assistant. The assistant pushed up his glasses and said, "Miss Lane, Mr. Lane, I've already arranged your hotel Please come with me."

Ethan Lane walked over, carrying just a small duffel bag. Compared to Amelia's luggage, his was super minimal, and he waved off the assistant's offer to help.

Over the years, Ethan had really

grown up. The black trench coat he wore made him look even taller, his shoulder's broad, his legs long. He had this calm collected energy about him now, nothing like the careless guy he used to be

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