Page 7 of Mr. Big Mistake
Clint held up his hand. “I got it, thanks.”
I sat on pins and needles as Clint’s eyes panned back out the window. I mean, I couldn't blame him. Zane’s place was easily the most serene in all of Vegas. How the hell the man managed to create his own little slice of quiet paradise just outside of this chaos, I’d never know. And with the small feminine touches, Karina brought to the place, it made me envious of what my younger brother had.
He had a home. A gorgeous view. A wonderful woman who thought he was everything and a child on the way. He had everything I dreamed of at night. Everything I thought was just out of reach for a crazy guy like myself.
“All right. I’ll do it,” Clint said.
His voice ripped me from my trance. “What?”
My older brother looked at me. “I said, I’ll do it. I’ll take the job.”
Zane held out his hand. “Shake on it?”
“I’d rather have a contract.”
I slid it out from my coat pocket. “Like this?”
Zane held out his palm and wiggled his fingers. “You know you want to.”
I grinned. “Shake the man’s hand so he stops looking like an idiot.”
Clint smirked, but he shook Zane’s hand. And it didn’t take him thirty seconds to sign the contract and date it. It wasn’t an extensive document. We knew Clint was capable of providing high tech security that would more than meet the needs of Stonewater Realty. Hell, the man had been a Navy SEAL, for crying out loud.
Our properties would be in good hands.
“Another coffee?” Zane asked.
“Just water, thanks,” Clint said.
I nodded. “Sounds good. One for me, too?”
Zane scooped up our mugs. “Water for three, coming up.”
Then, my focus fell back to Clint. “Dude, seriously.”
He grunted. “What?”
“What’s going on? Are you really okay?”
His gaze didn’t budge from the window. “I guess.”
“Are you still seeing that therapist?”
His gaze snapped to mine. “How the fuck do you know about that?”
“You told us about it a few months back. Don’t you remember?”
His nostrils flared. “Doesn’t mean you have to bring it up.”
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah. Those VA guys are the best.” His gaze fell back outside.
I held out my hand. “Clint, if you ever want--.”
“You got a date in mind for me to start?”
I looked over at Zane, and all he did was shrug.
