“Whose fault is that?”
I sighed. “I know. Not like you and Wes came to one of my races.”
Dare looked down at his coffee cup. “Yeah, well, raising a kid and owning a house doesn’t leave much room for fun in the bank.”
“I would have—”
“Don’t.”
Yeah, my prideful brother wouldn’t let me spend my money on him. Not like I should be surprised there. “Well, I’m here now. I’ll even watch Wes if you and Kel want a date night before she pops. She’s due soon, isn’t she?”
“A few more months.”
“Yeah, so you guys need some couple-time.”
“I don’t know.”
“Wes’s what? Seven now?” Christ, how could he be seven already?
“At least you can count.”
“Helps when I’m doing laps.”
“So, what are you going to do now, genius? Counting laps is quite the résumé.”
“Very funny. Neither one of us were just drivers.”
Dare snapped his top back on his coffee. “No, we were not. But that wasn’t an answer either.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Mmm.” He stood and swung the chair around. “Go see Ma.”
“Already on the schedule. Even got her some flowers.”
“Suck up.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “I’m the favorite kid for a reason, man.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” He gave me a two-finger salute and headed out of the café.
Well, that wasn’t the reunion I’d been looking for with my brother. Then again, things between us hadn’t been amazing since he’d gotten off the circuit. Nothing overly stress-inducing. We just didn’t have a lot in common anymore. Once he’d been out of racing, he’d been completely out.
I wasn’t sure he even still watched the races. In fact, I’d bet my Daytona trophy he didn’t.
Because I wasn’t an asshole, I took our dishes inside and stopped to get another one of Macy’s magic potions. The worst of the lunch rush had cleared out and the tiny rainbow-haired girl was refilling the bakery case.
She popped up when she saw me. “Hey. Oh, thanks, you can put them in that bucket on the end.”
“Sure.” I moved back to the front of the counter. “I’m not sure what your boss—at least I’m pretty sure she was the boss…”
“Dark hair. Looks like she sucks on a lemon thirty hours a day?”
I pressed my lips together against a laugh. “Now that you mention it.”
“Macy. Don’t worry. I say it to her face all the time.”
Macy herself appeared from the back room. “She does. She’s unaware of how to behave in a professional manner.”