Josh’s father and brother didn’t wait for him after the game, but he wasn’t surprised. Between talking to the media and showering, it took him about an hour to leave the locker room.

He walked outside next to Mack, who was still ragging on him, but Josh didn’t care. He was riding a wave of confidence that couldn’t be shaken and suddenly knew what he had to do that night before he lost his nerve. It was time to talk to his brother.

“Josh!” Taylor came jogging up behind them and they turned.

Mack threw and arm over her shoulders and leaned in. “You, my dear, just won us that game.” She grinned before brushing him off.

“I told you you could do it,” she said, looking at Josh. “You were amazing.”

“I still can’t believe I played like that.” His smile matched hers.

Mack stood nearby, looking from one to the other in amusement. “Just give her a thank you kiss already.”

Both Taylor and Josh snapped their gazes to him, and he stepped back with his hands raised in surrender. “On that note, I’m going to go.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

“Did you do this for me?” Josh asked, turning his attention back to her. “Coming to the arena, I mean.”

“For you,” she nodded. “And for me. Turns out it was more therapeutic than anything else. It felt good to be back in this world.”

“That’s good.” He wanted to kiss her so badly, to show her what she did for him by just being there. But something held him back. She still wasn’t ready, and he didn’t want to lose her.

Taylor took his hand, threading her fingers through his and started leading him towards a parking garage. “My car’s over here.”

“Taylor, there’s something I have to do tonight.”

She nodded as if understanding exactly what that something was. “I’ll drive you.”

“I may be a while.”

“I can wait.”

The drive to the hotel was only a few minutes, just long enough for Josh’s confidence to start seeping away. They parked, but he didn’t get out. Taylor reached out and stilled the hand that had been drumming nervously on the dash since leaving the arena. His skin warmed under her touch, and his breathing calmed as he looked sideways at her.

“What are we doing here?” she asked softly.

“I…” He leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. “I have to talk to my brother.”

“That’s what I thought.” She thought for a moment. “Alright, Josh, I’m going to give you a pep talk now. Do I have to call you Walker?”

He laughed despite the weight in his chest. “Whatever you want.”

“Okay then, Walker. You can do this. Just go in and play your game. You know what you’re doing.”

“That’s the worst pep talk ever.” He smiled. “You basically just told me to do what I want.”

“Fine, then how’s this?” She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him closer until she could press her lips against his. She met no resistance as she slid her tongue across his bottom lip and then pulled on it with her teeth. He pressed his tongue forward with a groan.

Josh’s arms slid around her back, but before long she pulled away, resting her forehead against his.

“What was that?” he asked in between heavy breaths.

“Courage,” she whispered, her breath hot on his face.

“Well, none of my coaches ever give pep talks like that.”

“That’s good, considering one of them is my dad.”

He laughed and finally leaned away from her to open the door.

“Go get ‘em, Walker!” she called after him.

The courage she gave him lasted while he walked through the halls of the massive hotel until he was standing outside the room Ethan had said he was in. It was late, and Josh knew his brother. He knew to expect those little bottles from the mini-bar to be scattered about, and maybe a girl or two that helped drink them. He’d never had any delusions about who his brother was. For a while, Michaela had brought out the best in him, but people will always revert to their true self in the end.

His knock echoed throughout the hall, and he waited. When no one came, he knocked again. A few moments later, the door open, revealing his shirtless brother.

“Josh, I’m glad you came. I wanted to wait for you after the game, but Dad has to be up early tomorrow for his lecture.” He tilted his head to the side as he towel-dried his short blond hair. He backed into the room, but Josh stayed in the doorway. “Are you going to come in?”

“I guess.” He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. To his surprise, they were the only ones there. The suite was huge and surprisingly clean. Ethan’s suitcase sat open in the corner, but that was the only sign he was even there.

“Sorry, I just got back from the gym downstairs,” Ethan said, draping his towel over a chair and digging in his suitcase for a shirt. Pulling it on, he turned back towards his brother. “Josh-”

“I don’t know how to talk to you,” Josh blurted.

“I know.” Ethan sighed. “Me either.”

They stared at each other until Ethan walked across the room. “Can I get you something to drink? By ‘something’ I mean water. My mini-bar is empty, so it’s all I have.”

“Already emptied it,” Josh snorted. “Classic Ethan.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about.” An old Ethan look that Josh knew so well crossed his face for a moment and then was gone. Josh studied his brother. It wasn’t like him to keep a lid on his anger. He’d always had a problem with it.

“Water’s fine,” Josh said, accepting the bottle.

Ethan sat on the corner of the bed, wiping his palms on the front of his pants.

This is just as hard on him as it is on me, Josh realized, sitting in a nearby chair.

“We just need to do this,” Ethan said after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. “We need to have it out.”

“I don’t want to hate you.” Josh’s voice grew thick as the last ounces of control evaporated.

“I’ve been a dick,” Ethan said, keeping his eyes focused on his hands. “I’m still a dick, but I’m working on it.”

“How?”

“The last two years have been the worst of my life.” His eyes lifted slowly until he met his brother’s gaze. “I’m going to tell you everything, Josh, because you deserve the truth. I don’t know what you’re going to think of me when I’m done.”

“I’m listening.” Josh leaned forward with his elbows digging into his knees.

“I’m…” Ethan breathed deeply, gathering courage. “I’m an addict.”

The story came spilling out following that. It all started a few months before Ethan proposed to Michaela at her birthday party. He hurt his back, and over-the-counter pain meds weren’t working. So, a doctor friend of his prescribed Percocet. At first it was just a small dosage, but his back wasn’t feeling any better. He thought he’d be fine if he upped the dose. A few months later, his friend refused to prescribe more, and he found other ways to get it.

“I didn’t think it was a problem,” he said. “It was just for the pain.”

He’d already been a pretty big drinker, but he thought he could handle anything. Then Michaela turned down his proposal. He started partying with Meghan, a classmate from high school. She was into harder stuff, but he stuck with his drinking and the occasional pill to get him through the day.

When Michaela took him back, some people thought it was his parents’ pressure that forced him into the relationship, but that wasn’t true. He wanted her to help him.

“I was scared,” Ethan went on. “But I was stuck in this perpetual fog. I had so much misdirected anger. I focused it on her and on you, but I was mad at myself for being so damn weak. She’d always made me a better person, and it wasn’t working this time.”

So Ethan decided to propose again. His family was pleased. Hers was over the moon. None of them knew the truth. If they were married, it’d be harder for Michaela to leave him when she found out the truth. He would finally be able ask for her help.

“Ethan,” Josh spoke up for the first time, reeling in all this information. “You know Michaela. She would have been there for you if you were married or not.”

“But I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Then Thanksgiving came, and Ethan was so nervous to propose that he was not only high, but he’d had a few glasses of whiskey. When it happened, it was like he couldn’t stop himself. He watched himself slam her up against the bookshelf, watched himself hit her, not understanding what was happening.

“If her dad hadn’t found us…” Ethan’s shoulders shook as he held in a sob.

Josh had never seen his brother lose it before. He was always in control - to the point of cold calculation.

“You can’t make excuses for what happened,” Josh said lowly.

“I’m not,” Ethan yelled defensively, jumping to his feet before bringing himself under control again. He swiped a hand through his hair violently. “There is no excuse. I did it. It was horrible. And then the accident… when I saw her in that hospital bed, that was rock bottom for me.”

Not long after that, the booze and the pills caught up with him as his studies took a hit. He’d been a medical student at Harvard. His grades slipped until he finally lost his place.

Josh sat in stunned silence, waiting for the end of the story.

“Dad found out and forced me into rehab. That’s why the mini-bar is empty. He cleared it out. I’ve been sober for three months and counting. That’s why I’ve been trying to reach you. I need to make things right.” A sob escaped his lips, and he cleared his throat to cover it up. “I don’t have many people left, but you’re my brother.”

Josh collapsed back into the chair under the weight of his brother’s stare. He opened his mouth to say something, anything. He knew he needed to. This was the time to have the perfect, meaningful words. But none came. Ethan waited anxiously for his reaction.

A number of emotions tumbled through Josh’s brain. An incredible sadness overwhelmed him, but also an intense guilt. This was his brother; he should have known what was going on. He’d been away, following his own dreams, while his brother had been falling into this hole. For the last two years, Josh had been doing everything in his power to avoid him.

Then there was anger. His brother could have asked for help. He could have stopped it before putting Michaela through hell. The drugs and the booze may have been clouding his mind, but it was still his hands that had done the damage.

Ethan held out a hand to Josh, willing him to take it and be his brother again. Josh stared at the open palm and then his eyes followed the line of his arm, across his narrow shoulders, and up into his uncertain face. Josh ignored the hand, and it dropped.

Ethan heaved a sigh, his posture stiffening as Josh stood to face him.

“I’m sorry,” Josh finally said, his voice catching in his throat. “I should have helped you.” He looked away. “I should have known.”

“No one knew.”

“I’m your brother!” Josh’s voice rose and then fell in a single instant. “I’m your brother,” he said quietly this time. “I should have known.”

Ethan put a hand on Josh’s shoulder, but Josh shrugged him off, instead angling his body so he could look his brother in the eye.

“You should have trusted me,” he growled. “For so long, you became a different person. This isn’t only about what you did to Michaela. She actually wants me to forgive you. With or without the drugs, that person is inside of you. The anger. The selfishness. All of it. I love you, Ethan. I even forgive you. But, this…” he wagged his finger from him to his brother. “This, I can’t do. I’m always here if you need me, but we aren’t those kind of brothers. We aren’t friends.”

Josh walked by him, and Ethan didn’t say a word. He didn’t try to stop him as he stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him.

Putting a hand on the wall to steady himself, Josh bent over to force out the breaths clogging in his throat. Tears slid down his cheeks, but he didn’t bother wiping them away. At the end of the hall he slipped into the ice machine’s room, its steady thrum providing a sense of comfort as he leaned against the wall and slid to the ground beside it.

He pressed the side of his face to the cold metal and pulled out his phone.

He wanted nothing more than to rush back out to the car. To hear Taylor’s voice. To see her look at him with her wide, sincere eyes. To let her soothe him. But there was someone else he needed to call. Someone who deserved this story more than anyone.

“Hey, Joshy!” Michaela answered.

He responded with a deep sob.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asked. “It’s Ethan, isn’t it? I know he’s in Columbus right now. If he did something to you, I’m going to kill him.”

The story came spilling out. When he was finished, a stunned silence filled the line.

“Michaela, how could I not see it?”

“You forget,” her voice wavered. “I spent a lot more time with him over that year than you did. I can’t believe this. Was I just too into myself? Did I just want the fantasy of being with him? He changed so suddenly, and I didn’t even consider that something was wrong. What kind of person does that make me?” Her rambling trailed off.

“I didn’t want to dump this on you,” Josh said quietly, thumping his head back against the wall. “I just needed to hear your voice.”

“No, it’s good you told me. When he’s back home, I’m going to talk to him.”

“Fine. Just promise you’ll be careful.”

“I will,” she sighed.

“I have to go.” He suddenly remembered that Taylor was waiting for him. Glancing at his phone, he cursed himself for taking so long.

“Alright. Love you, Joshy. Try not to beat yourself up for something that was out of your control.”

“Back at you.”

He hung up and got to his feet. By the time he reached the car, Taylor had been sitting there for close to forty-five minutes.

Her kindle cast a glow across her face as she looked up and smiled. Her lips dropped immediately when she took in his splotchy face and hair that had been pulled every which way.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

It was as if the last hour he’d been held underwater, gasping for air. Then there she was. The light at the surface. All he had to do was reach for her and he could breathe.

“I’m okay now.” He took her hand and smiled. “Sorry I took so long.”

“It’s totally okay,” she said, her face brightening as she talked. “I was in this really big battle scene in my book and may have had to hurt you if you interrupted me before it was over.”

“Well,” he said, trying to smile. “We couldn’t have that.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “What happened in there?”

The story poured out, and she listened intently as she started to understand Josh’s family. When he finished, she didn’t say anything at first. Reaching out, she pulled him into a tight hug, not letting go.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed in deep, even breaths.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “This must be hard.”

“It’s a little easier now.”

She leaned back and looked at him before pressing her lips to his cheek. “You once said you’d be good for me. Maybe I can be good for you too.”