Becoming a father was the proudest day of my life. Becoming a godfather was a close second.

Paul and Emily Clarke have been my best friends for over twenty years. We've gone through it all. We were the three musketeers. But when my best friends are ripped from all of our lives, leaving behind a broken piece of themselves I know it's up to me to put things back together.

Only the pieces aren't fitting the way they used to. The feelings aren't what they used to be. The actions… Let's just say I've made some questionable ones lately.

Does that stop me from wanting her? From reaching for her? From craving her? I wish I could tell you yes. But that would make me a liar.