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“Absolutely not. I’m just trying to understand your reasons for being here.”

So was Alexis. “I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”

“There are a lot of good, legitimate reasons to do this. But obligation should never be one of them.”

“It’s not obligation.” Her voice sounded defensive to her own ears.

Jasmine crossed her legs again. “Then tell me what it is.”

Alexis opened and closed her mouth. The answer was there, but she was afraid of it, just like when Candi asked her why she’d allowed her DNA results to be shared with relatives. She wanted to test it on her tongue, let it marinate until all her senses had time to experience it, accept it, before she said it out loud. So she hid her trembling hands under her thighs and gave half the truth. “I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I can’t let Candi go through that.”

Jasmine uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, hands clasped on her knees. “So it’s empathy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish to have a relationship with Mr. Vanderpool after this?”

Once again, Alexis hedged her answer. “I’ve never even met him.”

“And yet you’re willing to give him a kidney?”

“People give kidneys to strangers all the time, don’t they?”

Jasmine did that silent-studying thing again before nodding and leaning back in her chair. “Let’s get that blood test taken care of.”

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    An hour later, Alexis sat in her car with a small bandage over the crook of her elbow. The cookies they gave her sat untouched on the seat. Her phone was in her hand. All she had to do was dial the number.

Candi answered immediately with a breathless hopefulness to her voice. “Alexis?”

“Okay,” Alexis said. “I’ll meet the family.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Noah arrived ten minutes early for his initiation, and Mack—annoyed—told him to stay put in his office.

“Are you serious?”

Mack pointed. “Book club is very serious.”

He walked out and shut the door behind him for good measure. Noah dropped into the chair in front of Mack’s desk, dropped Coming Home onto the clean, sparse desktop, and stared at the book. He’d tried to do more reading last night but couldn’t. Mostly because his mind was firmly focused on Alexis and her trip to Huntsville today. But also because he didn’t care what Mack and the guys tried to tell him. No story about a man who was too selfish to know he’d left behind a pregnant girlfriend was going to help him figure things out with Alexis.

Noah had just taken up pacing and swearing when the door finally opened. The Russian filled the doorframe like a bouncer. “Follow me.”

Noah hesitated, but he grabbed the book and obeyed. The Russian walked with the heavy-footed sobriety of a prison guard. And as soon as they entered the club, Noah understood why. The lights were dim but for a spotlight shining on a table in the middle of the dance floor where Mack, Gavin, Del, Colton, and Malcolm waited with equally somber expressions. A single seat was unoccupied.

Noah pulled the seat out, but Mack kicked it out of reach. “You haven’t been invited to sit yet.”

“You must first take the oath,” Del said.

Noah laughed. “Are you serious?”

Mack’s expression turned dark.

“Right. Sorry. Book club is very serious.”

“Raise your right hand,” Mack said.

Noah did as he was told.

“Repeat after me,” Mack said. “I, Noah Logan, solemnly swear to uphold the principles of a Bromance Book Club man.”

Noah mangled it but got most of it out.

Mack continued. “I vow to do the hard work on myself to overcome a lifetime of toxic masculinity.”

Noah repeated it.

“And to use the lessons of the manuals to become a better man.”

“Amen,” the boys said.

“May I sit now?”

Mack nodded formally. Noah sat down just as Malcolm leaned forward. “We will now commence with the interrogation.”

Noah’s eyes darted among the men. “Interrogation?”

“We must decide if you’re worthy,” Colton said.

“This is ridiculous,” he groaned.

“Rules are rules, ass face,” Mack said.

The Russian giggled. “Ass face.”

Noah spread his hands wide. “Fine, ask your questions.”

“Why are you here?” Malcolm asked.

“Because Mack’s been on my ass about it.”

Colton slapped the table. “No. Wrong answer. Try again.”

“Because I—” Noah stopped. He wasn’t ready to say this out loud. He’d said it to himself a hundred times, but saying it to the guys was a whole other level of honesty.

“Say it, Noah. Admitting it is the first step,” Gavin said.

Noah rolled his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and spoke on the exhale. “I’m here because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with my best friend.”

The guys nodded solemnly.

Del took over the questioning. “What scares you most about being here?”

“That you’re going to hypnotize me and tell me to strip naked or something.”

“Not good enough,” Colton barked. “Try again.”

“I’m scared about fucking it up.”

“Fucking what up?” Del asked.

“My relationship with her.”

“And why does that scare you?”

Noah made a What the fuck? expression. “Why do you think? Because I don’t want to lose her.”

The guys exchanged a look that either meant acceptable or get a load of this bullshit.

Malcolm took over the cross-examination. “When was the last time you had a real relationship?”

Noah shifted uncomfortably. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You wanted our help. You have to work with us.”

Noah adopted a petulant pose, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know. Five years ago, I guess.”

“You guess?” Malcolm lifted an eyebrow.

“She was a woman I knew from MIT. We dated for a year.”

Mack jumped in. “And no one since then?”

Noah lifted his shoulder in a defensive shrug. If he’d known he was going to be quizzed about his entire love life—or lack thereof—he would’ve reconsidered this entire thing. “What is the point of this?”

“The point is to break the fucking cycle,” Mack said. “Women aren’t rehab centers for emotionally stunted man-babies who think the key to a serious relationship is to just wait for the right woman to come along. You have to be ready to be uncomfortable, to stretch yourself, to be vulnerable.”

Noah snorted. “You should write greeting cards. That was good.”

Malcolm sighed. “You’re resorting to sarcasm because you’re uncomfortable with a man expressing himself so openly. We get it. One of the most insidious ways that toxic masculinity destroys men is that it strips us of the ability to express our emotions and to connect, not just with women, but with other men. Because real men don’t do that, right?”

Noah felt his head nod.

Malcolm continued. “How many times have you been told in your life to be a man?”

Unbidden, Noah’s memory banks unleashed a torrent of unwelcome flashbacks, almost all involving Marsh.

Don’t let your mother see you cry like that. You’re the man of the house now.

You need to grow up and be a man.

Men don’t act like this.

“Have you ever been told that real men don’t cry?” Malcolm asked quietly.

Noah nodded again. Discomfort inched across Noah’s skin like a bug crawling up his arm. He wanted to swat it away, to slap it and destroy it. The last thing he wanted was to talk about it.

“We all have,” Malcolm said. “But there’s a big fucking difference between what society teaches us what a real man does and what a good man does. And good men are willing to do the hard, emotional labor on themselves to be strong partners to the people we love.”

“But we can’t do that alone,” Del said. “We need our friends to help us.”

“And that is the point of all of this,” Mack finished.

Gavin patted his shoulder. “We’re here for you, man. Really here for you. All you have to do is talk. Tell us something personal.”

“You know this is weird, right? All of it.”

“Is it, though? Or are you just terrified of learning a new code for manhood?”

Was he? Was it really possible that the hipster radical he considered himself to be was actually just another emotionally stunted man-baby?

“Start with something easy,” Mack said. “It takes practice learning to really talk to other men, so start with something that won’t require a ton of work. Something you maybe have been embarrassed to tell us before. Something—”

“I like the Moana soundtrack,” Noah blurted.

Gavin blinked. “As in the Disney movie?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I knew you were going to make fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun. I’m just clarifying,” Gavin said.

“I like the fucking Moana soundtrack, okay? That song, the one about how far I’ll go. I love that shit. I blast it in my house. It makes me feel good.”

Malcolm spread his arms wide. “Sing it for us.”

Heat blazed a path up his neck. “I’m not fucking singing for you.”

“Fine,” Mack said, standing up. “Then I will.”

A nightmare broke out along with a sheen of sweat on Noah’s brow. Because Mack began to sing.

Then Del joined in.

Then Malcolm.

Soon every man in the room except for Noah was singing, arms wide.

When they were done, a sniffle drew their attention to the Russian. He had tears running down his face. “That was beautiful.”