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?"

worried about Timothy. After hearing Vince's account, he figured Timothy would probably wake up in less

dangerous, Timothy would have managed to dodge the

it.

Timothy-but then, Timothy hadn't held it

Vince didn't

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

quiet all of a sudden?" Yates was starting to lose

things just aren't

you had your eye on your friend's wife! 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,

don't regret

her, no matter what it cost. Even if it meant turning Timothy against him, even if it tore him up to see Timothy like this, he was determined to get her out, to send her wherever she wanted to

her. I'll go get her and bring her

convinced that was the only way to fix things

not telling you. It took everything to get

with Vince all night, but no amount of whiskey brought