Chapter 260-7

"Yes I do. You gave me everything, Bartholomew. You know that you did." He shook his head, his dark hair falling over his face, which he smoothed back with a hand that noticeably shook. "I hate it when you call me that." "No you don't. You like it a little. Please, Garrick." He was struggling, the anguish clearly stamped on his features and he chewed on his lower lip as he looked around, his gaze finally coming to rest on Harper, who stared back at him with equal torment. Something unspoken passed between them, something that made my heart ache to see, something I knew they couldn't say out loud. "I-I don't think I'm ready," Garrick said, not taking his eyes from his brother. "No one ever is," Michael said softly. "Not really." "No, I...." "Do it." Harper's voice was firm but I saw how he clenched his fists tightly by his sides, how his cheek muscles twitched when he tried to force a smile. "Quit being a bloody wimp and just do it. She's throwing you a lifeline here. Don't throw it bac