Abso-fucking-lutely not. Will was mute where Aly was concerned, which was why he was steadfastly ignoring his phone.
“I would never say anything bad or disrespectful about your sister.” He might think it, and he’d had loads of disrespectful thoughts. All the things her plump lips could do to him. All the ways he could dominate her curvy body. Thoughts of her on his kitchen table, in his shower, on her knees, ready to do his bidding—hell, he’d had a dream about fucking her on the desk in his office at the gym.
He shifted on the sofa, suddenly uncomfortable.
“The one thing the show didn’t get wrong…” Andy let that hang.
Will gave him a minute, but the kid didn’t elaborate. “Was what?”
The air vibrated out of Andy’s lips as he sighed. “The way you and Aly look at each other when you think no one is watching.”
Well, shit. Will had to choose between honesty or a white lie. But lying was never the answer.
“Would it bother you if I liked your sister?” Hedging around the issue was a decent tactic though.
“Aly’s not going to stay here.” Andy slumped his shoulders. “No matter how much I want her to. She’s going to leave after Christmas and go back to her TV world.”
There was a lot to unpack in that statement, and some of it wasn’t even about Will. And he had to address that first.
“You know Uncle Marc was a baseball player?”
Andy huffed. “I’m not stupid. He’s literally the most famous person I know.”
Good thing his brother-in-law wasn’t within earshot, because Marc didn’t need a bigger head. “Right, but this upcoming season, he’ll be coaching full time again. He’s going to have to go away a lot. He almost didn’t take the job because he was sad about leaving Aunt Beth, Steve, Mandy, Colten, and Peyton. But Aunt Beth talked him into it because he loves to coach and because he’s so good at it.”
Andy frowned.
“Taking that job doesn’t mean he loves them any less. You can love people and not see them every day. And your sister, she loves you so big. Even when she’s not here.”
Andy huffed out a big breath and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Can I play Minecraft now?”
Will nodded and swiped his phone off the table before heading into the kitchen. Although he had no interest in hearing what Luke had to say about the show, his twin was the type to call until Will finally answered, so it was better to get it over with.
“What?”
“Why so cranky, little bro?” Luke snickered on the other end of the line.
“You’re thirteen seconds older than me, asshole.” He shook his head and pulled a beer out of his fridge.
“Is it Clayton’s comment or just a piss-poor mood in general?”
Fuck his brother. Luke knew exactly what would make Will scroll through the messages. The first set from the full group included a bunch of messages making fun of his “glow” and guesses about whether his teeth would sparkle like in a toothpaste commercial during the next episode. Typical stupid crap. He clicked to the next set, jaw locked.
Clayton: Better rack than Trish. Just saying. I thought Grant was a lock for wife-with-the-best-rack award. But damn, Aly…
Marc: GIF of hiding his head in his shirt
Joey: GIF hiding in bushes
Nick: Have you seen Moey lately? I might be biased, but hers are perfection. Thank you, pregnancy.
Luke: This conversation is a minefield
Danny: GIF of jumping on hot coals
Grant: Assholes this is why I keep leaving this chat Danny did you add me again
Danny: Hahahaha