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with her, he could see their future stretching out in front of him: bright and full of unchecked promise. It was logical that he'd continue to work his ass off at the hospital until he had enough of an upstanding reputation to find a better position somewhere in a better city. In the meantime, he’d save as much as he could until he had plenty of money put aside—at least enough to whisk her off to another town. A bigger one where she could chase every career whim she might ever have and he would continue to progress toward his specialization in cardiothoracic surgery.
    The heart.
    It was ironic then that his desired area of expertise was the very part of him that Becca had shattered without even uttering a word. All it had taken was one look at her smitten face when she looked at photos of another man, for Drew to realize the truth. He’d been lying to himself for too long.
    What a fucking joke, Drew thought as he filled a glass of water.
    He wanted to hate her—wanted it with every fiber of his being. But he just couldn’t.
    He’d spent so many years longing for her—even when apathy and distance had separated them—that he didn’t know how to feel anything else but desire. During the drive from her house—from the madness-inspiring scene in her private darkroom where she had surrounded herself on all angles with her personal collection of photos of that fucker—he’d been half-crazed and he was still trying to figure out the best way to process what he’d seen.
    She’d picked another man and there was no way to win her back. That fucker had screwed everything up, and she hadn’t even been willing to listen to Drew’s warnings about Evan’s true intentions.
    He should have trusted his instincts better. He should have fought harder against the influence of that prick, Evan. That bastard had walked right up and stolen Becca’s heart out of Drew’s tender grasp, all under the guise of friendship.
    Worse still was the fact that in so many ways Evan could have been Drew’s doppelganger. They shared their eye color: hazel, although Drew’s nudged toward blue rather than Evan’s muddy brown. Even their hair had the same chestnut hue. Despite their similarities though, Becca clearly preferred the shorter, less fit version of the two. God only knew why.
    Drew set the untouched water back on the counter as the thought of taking even a sip made his stomach churn. Reaching for the edge of the counter, he steadied himself and took some deep breaths to calm the raging storm that had taken hold of his body.
    That was life, he philosophized, as he tried to loosen his hold on the counter and stop his teeth from grinding together. Things didn’t always go the way people planned, he reasoned with some difficulty.
    His jaw ached from the crushing pressure he exerted on it even as he tried to be rational in his head. When he was finally able to pry his hands away from the countertop, they had formed involuntary fists in a desperate need to move, to react, to inflict some sort of revenge on the one who’d stolen his happiness away. On Evan.
    As if a light had been switched on in his mind, he figured out the best way to get over Becca. He would do what he had always done before. What he did whenever he didn’t know what else to do. He would punish his body in a grueling workout. Then he would study.
    In that way, he would move on.
    Hadn't his years in college been filled with little more than study, the gym, and the occasional round of meaningless sex?
    It had helped him to focus then, and there was no reason it wouldn’t work any longer. Right now, he needed focus more than he needed anything else. He simply had to force himself to realize that what he’d hoped for with Becca was nothing more than a pipe dream and the pipe had officially burst.
    Who needed love when he had his career? And other more immediate distractions—like working out.
    That’s exactly what I need .
    Moving through his house, he readied himself