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“Do you like ribs?” she asked him. “My brother has a restaurant in town, and we can swing by and grab dinner.”
“Sure. That sounds good.” He reached for his wallet. Clearly, he wanted to make sure I knew he didn’t want anything from me.
She held up her hand. “Not necessary. It’s on the house. Perks of my brother owning the best restaurant in town.”
He cleared his throat, noticeably uncomfortable with the gesture, but he nodded.
I gave Romeo the address, and he agreed to meet us at the house in half an hour. He said he needed to go fill his tank with gas, and a part of me wondered if he’d just take off and never look back.
I pulled up to Reynolds’ and insisted on running in to pick up the food, so I could tell Brandy to ring it up. Hugh didn’t need to be comping my meals.
Apparently, my new brother and I had a thing or two in common.
Hugh wasn’t there tonight, so I knew I could get away with it.
Brinkley was on the phone with her mother when I got in the car, and she ended the call.
“You know, if you want to talk about this, I’m here to listen,” she said.
I barked out a laugh. “Did you just ask your therapist mother how to talk to me about this?”
“Well, you know I prefer to just press you for information. My mom said I should offer to open the lines of communication but let you go at your own speed. It’s a lot, Captain. But I’ve got to say, he’s got your grumpy, guarded demeanor. It must be genetic.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“If you like grumpy, guarded people, it is. I happen to be a fan.” She smirked. “For real, though, is it hard to hear that your father is gone?”
“I think if I’d had any intent on finding him as an adult, it probably would be. But I made peace with the fact that I didn’t have a father years ago. But I’m not going to lie—it’s hard to hear that I have two siblings I’ve never met.”
“Maybe this is just how it was supposed to happen. After your father was gone,” she said as I pulled into the garage. His bike wasn’t out front. “Do you think he’ll even show up?”
“I don’t know. I mean, he came here to deliver a letter to me, and he seems like the kind of guy who follows through with his plans. Plus, we lightened up these last few hours. I think he’ll show up.”
“I think he will, too.”
“And he’s clearly got skills being a professional boxer at such a young age.”
“Your father obviously had athletic genes. He has two sons that are professional athletes. One being the GOAT,” she said. I pushed out of the car and grabbed the food before walking around to open her door.
“I’m sure seeing your parent drop to the ground in front of you during a fight has got to do some damage, huh?”
“I imagine it would be pretty traumatic.”
We both turned as we heard the rumble of an engine coming down the street. He drove up the driveway and turned off his bike before pulling off his helmet and placing it on the seat. He walked toward us with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“This is your house?” he asked as he followed us inside.
“No. It’s my agent’s house.”
We ate dinner, and the conversation felt more relaxed. Brinkley opened a bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass. It definitely took the edge off. Romeo’s phone rang several times, and he glanced down before looking back up at me.
“Listen, this is Tia. She wants to FaceTime and say hello. Are you cool with that? If not, she’ll never stop calling.”
I dropped the last rib bone onto my plate and reached for my napkin, nodding slowly as Brinkley shot me a look. We communicated well without needing to speak lately. This was a familiar look—one she’d graced me with often.
Be nice, Asshole.
“Yeah. Answer the damn phone.” I chuckled.
