He grabbed his glasses, knowing his vision was going to be fuzzy today, and put them on. After a quick bathroom trip, he unset the alarm and headed to the sliding glass doors to the backyard, letting Bella out before he had a problem on his hands. He left the door open so she could come back in on her own and walked to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

Although he wished he could stop replaying yesterday in his head, the memory went round and round in a never-ending loop. He’d heard Rebecca’s offer and immediately reverted to their past, when Sasha had been so immersed in starting her career, she’d chosen co-stars and roles over him and their relationship.

With distance and a whole lot of alcohol, he knew damn well that while he’d been standing outside the curtain listening to her agent offer her the world, he’d jumped the gun and ended things before she could pick her career over him again.

Abandoning her while she was in the hospital and when she needed him was a dick move. Hell, he wouldn’t blame her if she never spoke to him again.

His stomach lurched at the thought just as his Keurig spurted the caffeinated hot drink into the mug. He poured some milk and took a long sip just as the alarm beeps on his door let him know someone had entered. Xander didn’t need to guess who’d let himself in, and he prepared himself to deal with Dash.

“Hey, asshole.”

With a groan, Xander met his brother’s gaze. “How is she?”

“Physically she’s in some pain and exhausted. Emotionally, I think she moved pretty quickly from devasted to pissed as hell. What the fuck were you thinking?” Dash walked into the kitchen, pushed Xander out of the way, and made himself a mug of coffee.

“I think we can agree that I wasn’t. Not rationally, anyway.”

While waiting for the coffee to drip, he took in Xander’s appearance. “You look like shit.”

“I overdid the tequila last night.” He took a long sip of the hot coffee while Dash lifted his out of the machine and poured milk into the mug.

“Do you have a plan?”

Xander shook his head. “I just woke up and faced what I did. I can’t believe I fucking panicked.”

Dash drank his coffee and studied him. “You and I both had a shit relationship with Dad. I mean, we all did, but we were the ones he didn’t understand or approve of. And I think those issues, added to the crappy way he treated Mom, left scars. In my case, I don’t do relationships, and even when I don’t mean to, I fuck up what could be a good thing.”