"Yeah. Can't stop things from changin', no matter how bad you might want to."
His main problem was that Sterrin had grown up and suddenly fucking her had seemed more important than a castle in Scotland. Then, life had happened and him doing what he wanted when he wanted, had seemed more important than making her happy or even worrying about keeping her as a friend.
He sighed, grateful that at least Declan still liked him and tucked his wallet away.
"A treehouse? Now that's mighty respectable. I've some real houses built in trees. Somethin' else."