Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates kept berating Vince, oblivious to the fact that someday, the tables would turn.

Vince drained his glass in one gulp.

He couldn't ignore the way Yates spat out his name he felt it, sharp as a slap.

When he heard the crash, his heart lurched in panic.

Two years ago, he'd orchestrated that mess on purpose. Yet Timothy hadn't really blamed him. He'd even shelved the project entirely. Vince had known full well that if he stayed out of it, Timothy would soon revolutionize the entire future of

renewable energy.

It was thanks to his own efforts or rather, the bond between them-that he'd managed to stall things, buying the industry two precious years to catch its breath.

Of course, the real reason was that Timothy hadn't been out for blood.

Vince understood all of this better than anyone.

"So what now? Feeling guilty? Regretting it? What good does that do? Once you set your heart loose, can you really take it back?"

wake up in less than forty-eight hours. The guy was in great shape, drove well, and

would have managed

it.

Timothy-but then, Timothy hadn't held it against

honestly, Vince didn't regret

how things were at the time, he hadn't had much of a

Why are you so quiet all of

just aren't

Get a grip, will you? Stay out of it from now on When Timothy wakes up this time, don't count on him forgiving you. Honestly, what a mess. And don't pretend you didn't hear Kane that night-he said his wife was mute,

I don't regret sending

cost. Even if it meant turning Timothy against him, even if it tore him up to

sent her. I'll

that was the only way to fix things between Vince

telling you. It took everything to get her

but no amount of whiskey