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“The endless parade of girls you bring in here. The way they fawn all over you. It’s horrible. My brain knew not to get involved, but no, my stupid damn heart doesn’t listen. You like me as your brother, your bro, your friend, but that was it. Until last night. Why? Why are things suddenly different, Watson? Because of Jones? Because he hit me with his car? It’s not the first time someone has done that, and it won’t be the last. It comes with the job. I can’t get involved with you because you’re not the type to settle down. I’ll get hurt, I’ll end up heartbroken, and then you’ll just move on to the next clueless idiot like I don’t matter. I’ll have to continue to room with you, work with you, and see you bed someone else.” I slapped a hand over my heart, trying to protect it. “So maybe I am rejecting you, Watson, but for my own damn good. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” When I finished my speech, I was out of breath, but it was the look on Watson’s face that made my heart break.
“I’ll see myself out then,” he mumbled before he turned to go.
I felt like crap. “Watson, wait.” I tried to stop him.
But he didn’t stop. He left me standing there, and I heard the sound of his door shut and lock behind him.
Chapter Three
Watson
Two days later, I was stretched out on the hammock in our parent’s backyard, staring up at the blue sky. I usually loved coming back here. Holt and I bought this place after I won my truck series championship. We’d combined our winnings, let our parents pick out the house, and that was that. We could have our own place now, with all the money we had, but we didn’t want that yet. We didn’t have a lot of downtime, and honestly, we enjoyed coming back to spend time with our parents.
Fucking Holt. He was all I could think about. Holt. Me. Holt. Me. That damn kiss. Waking up with him in my bed. Now that was something I would like to do again. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. Most likely it was Mason, again, but I wasn’t up for company. Or going to his place. Or doing anything. Kissing H would be nice again, but he wasn’t here. He was hanging out with some of the guys from the pit crew, and I was so jealous, I wanted to hit something.
Holt was into me? The whole time? Only he didn’t want to be with me because he thought I would break his heart. I was a complete fucking idiot. Not that that was anything new, because I had been clueless my whole life.
We had been brothers—stepbrothers, whatever—for seven years. Seven years, and I had never even realized he liked me. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I so damn stupid?
“Are you avoiding me?” Mason’s loud voice boomed across the yard.
I glanced over to see him walking toward me. “Whatever gave you that idea, man?” I was totally avoiding him, but that was beside the point. I was avoiding everyone at the moment.
“I don’t know, man, maybe because I’ve been texting you since eight this morning, but you haven’t responded.” He folded his arms over his chest and glared down at me. “Where’s your brother?”
My lip curled over my teeth. “Out,” I snarled and rolled over to stand up. I let my eyes move over Mason. Tall, not as tall as me, but tall enough, dark hair and eyes to match, but no, my dick wasn’t interested in him. Not at all. I liked guys more like... Holt. Shit.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mason asked as he wrinkled his nose at me.
Whoops. “Like what?” I played dumb, because that was what I was good at, apparently.
“I don’t know. Like you’re checking me out. It’s weird. Not that I have a problem with guys checking me out, but you’re Watts. If it were Holt, that would be different.”
“You think Holt would check you out?”
Mason chuckled. “I’m not saying he would. I’m saying he has. Come on, everyone knows your brother is gay. No one cares.” He clamped a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s do something, dude. I miss hanging out with you.”
