A switch clicks in Leith’s blue eyes. “That weasel, Hank?”
“Ye know about Hank?” I shoot up a brow.
“I might not have my hands in the clan way much, but Da has grumbled about him. Mam, aye. She has a straight razor that’s engraved Bawbag Hank. She prays to use it on him too.” Leith’s smiling, but I ain’t. He wipes the silly grin from his face with a quick cough.
“I’m programming a video game that reminds me of this situation.”
I cock a brow, “Huh?”
“Och, ye’re so anti-electronics, Brody. If our clan separates with the likes of ‘em, it’ll be a riot who will get to kill who first.”
“Aye, Hank McFarland.” I tug at my beard. “He’ll make a nun pick up a gun.”
He cocks his head toward the road. “The lasses left to see the Venice place. I take it ye didn’t share this grand gesture with Justice?”
“Nae.” I slip my hands into my leather jacket. This is new—me discussing more than a piece of tail with my bràthair. “The lass has a closed mind. Refused to hear that I’d not actually marry Erika. Ye all know I’ll figure it out. She refuses to be logical.”
“Love isn’t logical, Brody.” Leith shrugs.
“I ain’t in love. I ain’t ye, Leith, feck. Ye sampled one piece of pussy as a teen—”
“Do not,” he growls, “refer to certain parts of my wife’s anatomy. Och, I bet while ye are acting like an idiot, ye still wanna sample that same piece of pussy again, aye?”
My fists anchor at my sides. “Aye! And I’m gonna.”
“Not at the rate ye are going, bràthair.”
I’m seething but calm myself. “Ahem,wit would ye get the lass in this instance?”
He tosses his head back in a hearty laugh. “Chocolates and diamonds. And this fecking house.” He shrugs. “This is Chevelle’s dream house. Look at that window.” He comes next to me, points up to the second floor. “There’s a fecking library, right there. Who needs a room full of books? Chevelle, I fecking guess.”
“Justice likes poetry.” I roll my eyes.
“Ye can’t even pull that off without looking bored. Ye don’t get it.”
I hock a thumb to my chest. “I’m a fecking man, Leith. Wit is there to understand?”
A beat passes, and I’m faced with Leith’s back as he strolls toward the sliding glass door. I run the hand over the back of my neck. “Och! Where’s a good place to buy a diamond necklace?” That’ll have to suffice. Nae, I’ll need to figure out how soon won’t be too soon to try my luck with the lass. Something says to wait until this whole Ewan fiasco blows over. But I’ve this addiction that Justice Flowers will scratch, one way or another.