I laughed at their text messages as I grabbed my things and submitted my last article for my trip to Paris.
It was time to go pack.
It was time to get home.
It was finally time to see my boys.
CHAPTER 2
LIAM
Fully caffeinated from Red Bull, I was looking forward to crossing off all the tasks on my to-do list.
Then, I could finally make my way to see Samantha before heading over to Sin City.
I heard the phone ring on my desk.
Crap, not again.
“Yep?” I asked as I picked up the phone.
“Is that really how you answer your work phone?”
“Hello, Sis. And no, you’ve called me seven times today,” I said.
“I haven’t called seven times.”
“Seven. Times,” I said half-joking.
“Whatever. Fine. Have you left work yet?”
“No. Why?”
“So, you’re still sitting at that desk?”
“Well that’s part of the job. I run a construction company. What do you expect Sis?” I asked.
“I expect you to be packed and ready for Vegas!”
“I’ll be ready to leave by two,” I said.
“It’s almost noon now.”
“It’s a weekend trip to Vegas. I’ve got this covered. Two outfits and a suit, maybe.”
“But everyone else is already here! None of my other brothers are working.”
“They should be. They help me run this damn place.”
“You’re a slave-driver, Liam. Now come on. Get up out of that seat, go get packed, and get to Sam’s house.”
“I thought we were meeting at your place?” I asked.
“Change of plans. That’s why I was calling. I figured you were already on your way over.”
“I get it. I get it. I’m wrapping up paperwork as we speak. Don’t worry Sis. This weekend’s going to be blast and you deserve nothing but the best. I’ll go home, grab my stuff, and head on over to Sam’s.
Samantha had always been one of those classy girls that didn’t know how hot she was. I called her Samantha instead of Sam like everyone else, because she was a beautiful woman in my eyes. She’d always been different, and as she grew her differences made her that much more beautiful in my eyes. My first memory of her was a pool party my father had thrown to usher in the summer. He was celebrating some big promotion or whatever at his company. I don’t really remember. All I did remember, however, was Samantha in her bathing suit. It was a one-piece that accentuated every curve that blossomed during her teenage years and left just enough skin through to play peekaboo with my raging crush. Her innocent smile and her long, flowing hair dripping with water was not a memory I would too soon forget.