AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“So what’s the plan?” Spencer asks, directing his question to Lincoln.
It makes sense. Lincoln’s the oldest, and he’s the natural leader.
But Lincoln nods toward me. “This is Asher’s gig.”
I twist my lips as my three brothers turn their attention to me. It’s a rare sight, if I’m being honest. I was always sort of brushed aside. I was the one getting in the way. I was the baby, and now they’re looking at me in earnest as they wait for me to take the stage.
I clear my throat as I try to step up into the shoes Lincoln just left out for me. “I think we should meet them. I think they deserve to know who their father is…who their brothers are.”
“Was there some reason Dad didn’t want them to know?” Spencer asks, trying to look at it from all angles like he always does.
“I don’t have a solid answer to that, to be honest,” I say. “I think he didn’t want to fuck with the balance of the four of us and Mom. Mom didn’t even find out until the twins were teenagers.”
“What did she say?” Grayson asks.
“She knew about them because their mom tracked down Dad when they started showing real talent in football. She wanted him to help them break in, and somehow Mom got wind of it. I think that might be when things started to crumble for Mom and Dad, but she didn’t say as much.” I shrug. “She said they’ve never known who their father was.”
“So they don’t have the last name Nash?” Grayson asks.
I shake my head. “Banks. Tanner and Miller Banks.”
All three of my brothers have recognition in their eyes at the name—just like I did.
They both play for the Cardinals now, and the Cards are at home this weekend.
“I think we should go to Arizona and introduce ourselves to our brothers,” I say.
“I’m in,” Lincoln says.
“I’m down,” Grayson says.
“Depends when,” Spencer says. “I don’t want to miss out, but I need to be at practice Wednesday since I play you assholes next weekend.”
Our bye week is over, and we have practice on Wednesday, too—my birthday, and I’m planning tocall in sickso I can spend the day with my pregnant secret girlfriend.
Is that what she is? My girlfriend?
I think she’s somehowmorethan that, but we haven’t defined it.
“Let’s go now,” I suggest. “It’s a short enough flight.”
He nods. “And I have tomorrow off.”
“So do we. Let’s do it,” I say. They all look at me like I’m a little crazy, and maybe I am. I’m the one who’s spontaneous, who will hop a flight with no baggage, who will leave at the drop of a hat.
It’s not their style—any of them.
I’ve strived my entire life to be more of a leader like Lincoln, to be outgoing and fun like Grayson, to be smart and responsible like Spencer. But I’m not them.
I’m Asher, and maybe it’s time these three be a little more impulsive like me.
“Let’s do it,” Lincoln echoes, and Spencer and Grayson agree.
I guess that means we’re off to meet our long-lost twin brothers.
Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.
Lincoln says he’ll get in touch with the head coach in Arizona, and he texts our group chat to let us know that the coach called in Tanner and Miller, and they’ll be there waiting for us. I feel bad that we’re ambushing them with this news, but the four of us don’t want to go another day without knowing our family.
