Page 149 of Reckless Vow

“I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

She stays silent, staring at me. Or I think she is, because my focus is on the road.

“I have no experience.”

“You can hire people with experience. You were going to produce it, anyway.”

“It’s risky.”

“As are all important things. And they’re also the most rewarding.”

She stares through the window for a while, and I can’t help putting my hand on her thigh. To keep connected, still hoping for us.

“You think I could do it?”

“Of course. Brook, you’re incredibly creative, and based on the amount of books you’ve put out in the last few years, you’re hardworking and disciplined. And with your vivid imagination, I’m pretty sure you have a vision for that series that is a recipe for success, because who else can bring your hero to life if not you?”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

I can offer her help through a small production company I own, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it. “You will figure it out, baby.”

I chance a look in her direction, and she is smiling at me in that genuine way that punches me in the gut every single time.

We arrive at the Riverdale house, and I park beside several other cars in the paved front yard.

“Everybody is here.” Brook sighs.

“Yep.” I get out of the car.

We might have mended something between us this morning, but we’re still dancing carefully around the key issue.

“Why don’t you go in, and I’ll take the Maserati for a spin.” It’s been sitting in Mom’s garage since I drove it before our sham honeymoon.

I can’t watch her struggle with this, so I’d rather run. Fucking coward. But it’s better than being her brother.

Or seeing Micah. I haven’t seen him since he sent me away, and now, understanding his deception, I can’t imagine facing him.

“Are you sure?” She frowns, but it sounds like a plea.

“I hate the big get-togethers.” I kiss the crown of her head. “Enjoy time with your dad, and I’ll pick you up later.”

Before she can say anything, I usher her inside and grab the car keys from the cabinet in the entry hall. Luckily, we don’t run into anyone.

Chatter and laughter from the house pierce me with an arrow of longing. I dash out like the house is on fire.

I don’t know what hurts more. That I’m missing out on time with my mom and siblings. Or that Brook stands there hesitating, but doesn’t stop me.

I rev the engine and slowly weave through the cars belonging to my siblings, gravely aware that I’m the one driving away while they are staying.

I’m not far when my phone rings. I nearly let it go to voice mail, but it’s Chloe, and work has always been my best distraction.

“Why are you working on a Sunday?”

She laughs. “Have you lost your mind? Nights and weekends are our busiest time.”

I chuckle. “What’s up, Chloe?”

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