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“Do you remember when I talked about having to fight for him?” Sienna reminds me.

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Well, maybe this is one of those times. You fucked up, Garrett. You’re the one who’s going to have to go out on a limb if you want to fix it.”

“I know,” I mutter.

“And you won’t know if this is the right thing to do unless you go and find out. It’s either that, or you live with never knowing if it could have been the thing to change the course of the future.”

“Goddamn, it. Why do you have to be so wise?”

“It’s because I’m the oldest. And female. That certainly helps.”

I shake my head at her, reminding myself I love her dearly so I don’t throttle her.

“So, are you going or not? Because if you are, you really need to be heading toward the airport.” She glances at her watch for good measure.

“Yes. Fine. You win. I’m going, okay?”

“This isn’t about winning, Gare. At least, not for me. It’s about you taking this situation by the balls and going after what you really want.”

“Cooper,” I state. “I want Cooper.”

“Then go and get him.”

“But what if he⁠—”

“Just fucking go already,” Sienna snaps, done with my dithering.

She grabs my carry-on that’s loitering next to the bed and begins dragging it out of the room.

“What if I wasn’t finished?” I call after her.

“Then buy whatever you’re missing at the airport. You need to leave.”

“Fuck,” I hiss, quickly pocketing my wallet and cell before throwing my bag over my shoulder and chasing after her.

“Call an Uber,” she demands. “If you wait any longer, you might miss the flight.”

I glance at the clock hanging on the wall. She’s overreacting. There’s plenty of time, but she’s right. I really should go.

“If this all blows up in my face, I’m blaming you.”

“Fine,” she sighs. “But if it goes right, I want a worthy thank-you gift,” she demands as I open my Uber app and call a ride.

“Three minutes,” I tell her once it’s connected me with a driver.

“Get the fuck out of here then,” she says before wrapping me in a hug. “Good luck,” she whispers in my ear.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’re chasing after what you really want. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I hope you’re right,” I murmur as we part.

She looks up at me, her eyes saying exactly what her lips aren’t.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re always right,” I mutter, making her grin.