Shane gritted his teeth. “Dane!”
His brother emerged from the master suite in a robe. “What do you want?”
“Honey? I tried to, you know, stop him, but he came inside? Who is he?”
“How the hell can you date somebody who can’t talk without turning everything into a question?” Shane said. Maybe hanging out with annoying people was what made Dane so abrupt and obnoxious.
“Wow. Are you, like, rude or what?”
Dane smiled at the blonde. “Why don’t you get dressed? I’ll see you later.”
“You call me, honey?” She beamed at Dane, gave Shane a dirty look, and disappeared into the suite.
“Scotch?” Dane said.
“You know where Ginger lives, don’t you?” Shane said.
Shrugging, Dane poured a glass. “I thought she was living with you now. Didn’t you run after her to her parents’ place?”
“What the—? Have you been spying on me?”
Dane gave him a bland look. “I noticed Mark was missing one of his cars.”
Shane scowled, unsure whether to believe him. “Ginger’s probably at her place. I just don’t know where that is.” He didn’t want to contact Debbie. She was like a bulldog on steroids.
“Not surprising. She moved after she came back from South Africa.”
“So…her new address?”
Dane rattled it off, and Shane put it into his phone.
“Why are you going after her?” Dane said. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be with you right now.”
“My god, your assholeness really knows no bounds. Do you have any friends? Anyone at all you actually like?”
Dane gave him a look. “I liked grandmother Shirley, but she’s dead. And Blake is a friend.”
Shane tilted his head, curious about a person who would be friends with Dane. “Is that Blake male or female?”
“Male. Blake Pryce-Reed. One of our cousins. Now, back to the subject. You didn’t want to be around Ginger when you took off. You left the entire damned continent and cut off all communication with her. So don’t act like she can’t feel the same way about you. That would make you a hypocrite.”
That gave Shane a pause. He still couldn’t remember what had made him leave the way he had. “Do you know why I left?”
Dane shrugged. “Not really. Something about some pictures.”
“What pictures?”
“I don’t know, since you never discussed them with me.”
Shane frowned. “Does Mark know?”
“Highly doubtful. You kept a lot of things to yourself, and he’s not the person you would’ve gone to for relationship advice. Back then Mark’s record for dating the same woman was about three months.”
The blonde reemerged from the bedroom suite. She kissed Dane on the mouth. “Don’t forget to call me?”
“Don’t worry.”
She gave Shane another dirty look before leaving. Shane stared at his brother. “What’s the attraction of a woman like that?”