I waited a few minutes and watched the text go from delivered to read. I got more excited than I’d been in the last forty-eight hours when I saw the dots start jumping around. But disappointment set in when her response chimed.
A smiley face.
Nothing more.
Grumbling, I tossed my phone into the center console and started my drive to Boston.
• • •
“What’s going on, Altar Boy?” My brother Tate handed me a beer and held his out to clink.
I was standing on his back porch at the railing, looking out at…the lawn, I guess. “Not much. You?”
“Nursing a bit of a hangover,” he said.
“On a Tuesday?”
“I had a few drinks while Cass was out last night. She went to book club. By the way, I’m thinking of starting one of those things.”
“You? Read?”
“She leaves with two bottles of wine and a book and comes back drunk. Book club is just code for the married woman’s girls’ night out.” He sipped his beer. “I’m thinking my guys’ book club will read historical fiction—you know, 1950s Playboy magazines that have articles on how to get your woman to give you head after you’re married—and our meetings will be at the bar.”
I chuckled. “Let me know how that goes over with Cass.”
Tate leaned over the railing. “So what’s bugging you?”
“Who says something is bugging me?”
“Well, one, I got you in a headlock in less than thirty seconds. That hasn’t happened since you were twelve. Two, at dinner, Cassidy brought up that I’d made an appointment to get snipped, and you didn’t even joke about my balls being cut off a long time ago, and three, you’ve checked your phone forty times in the two hours you’ve been here.” He paused. “Girl problems?”
I sighed and nodded.
“Georgia?”
“Can’t be anyone else, since I haven’t noticed another woman since the day I walked by that bar and saw her smiling.”
“What’s going on?”
I hadn’t filled Tate in on the details of my relationship with Georgia. And I wasn’t usually the kind of guy to talk about problems with women I was dating, but looking back, I think that might’ve been more because I didn’t have any than because I didn’t want to discuss them.
“Long story short, she was engaged. He broke it off and moved to London for a year. Told her he wanted to have an open relationship. I knew that going in. She was upfront about her situation. I figured it was the perfect scenario. I’m moving in a few months, and she wasn’t looking for anything serious because she’s not sure where she stands with her ex. And we burned hot, which in my history usually means it burns out pretty fast.”
“And…it didn’t fizzle out? You’ve fallen for her?”
I nodded and sucked back my beer. “Her ex showed up unannounced the other day. He told her he wanted her back.”
“Shit.” Tate shook his head. “I’m sorry, man. I guess she’s taking him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. She said she needed some time to think things over.”
“But you told her how you feel about her?”
I shook my head.
“Why the hell not? That’s not like you. You usually go five-hundred miles an hour after the thing you want. We’re all afraid to get in your way because we’ll get run over. What’s the rest of the story you’re not telling me?”
I caught my brother’s eye. “She doesn’t know.”
Tate’s head dropped. “I thought you said you were going to tell her?”
“It just…never seemed like the right time.”
My brother was quiet for a long time. Eventually, he nodded. “And now you’re thinking you should just bow out—walk away because she deserves more than you can promise her.”
I was close with all of my brothers, but Tate knew me best. I nodded.
“Fuck.” He blew out a long breath and shook his head. “I get it, man. I really do. I’d do whatever I needed to not hurt Cass. But you gotta know Georgia deserves the truth. We aren’t kids anymore. What are you going to do? Walk away every time you get into a relationship that means anything to you?” Tate looked at me. When I said nothing, he shook his head. “Jesus, really? You’re shittin’ me. That’s your plan? You can’t be serious.”
He stood. “You know what? I’m not going to lecture you because it’s your life. But I seem to remember a guy I looked up to once giving some really good advice to someone else. ‘If you’re not living life the way you want, you’re dying anyway.’”
I shook my head. “Yeah, and look what that got him.”
CHAPTER 22
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Max
Ten years ago
“What the hell?” I handed my brother a red Solo cup. “Do you not like my girlfriend or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “Teagan just left. She seemed upset. I saw you guys together while I was stuck talking to Coach. It looked like you were arguing.”