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“So he’d rather pigeonhole Brady as a player—someone not good enough for you—even though he’s his best friend and clearly makes you happy?” Patrick shook his head. “You two need to talk to your brother. He might be mad at first, but if he sees you’re both serious, he’ll probably come around to it.”
He sat up, brushing sand from his hands. “And if Brady messes it up? Then your brother has every right to kick his ass.”
“Brady doesn’t want to tell Rex. Not now. Maybe not ever.”
Patrick’s brow lifted. “Is it only Brady’s decision to make?”
Patrick left that question dangling in the air. She sat with it for a few minutes. She loved Brady. End of story. Her heart was all in. She wanted to spend her life with him. She knew he wanted that too.
“No. It’s not just up to him.” Her voice was calm. Steady. For the first time in weeks, her mind was clear.
Chapter Seventeen
Brady
Brady leaned against the edge of the bar with his forearms resting on the flat surface. It had been more than three weeks since he’d seen or spoken to Jane. Three fucking weeks. He huffed out a sharp breath.
“You look like a zombie.” Taylor clapped Brady on the back.
“Thanks. And fuck off.” He didn’t mean to be rude to his best friend but he felt like a zombie.The Walking Deadcreatures stood hunched over and acted all miserable too. Maybe he was a zombie or the closest thing one could be to one.
“She comes back soon.” Taylor said. “Tonight or tomorrow, right?”
He snapped his gaze to Taylor, then looked around to see where Rex may be. Rex sat in the office, his chair swiveling back and forth, pretending to review his reports on their distribution in the Carolinas. The woman he had been seeing—Anna—was on her way here to meet the crew. Rex could barely sit still for a minute.
Brady looked at his smart watch. It was true. Jane was expected back this weekend—at least from what he could remember.
“Are you going to tell Rex?”
“No.” He shook his head. “There’s nothing to tell.”
Taylor chewed on his bottom lip and shook his head. “I always thought you were the brightest of us all. But I’m beginning to rethink that.”
“You’re full of compliments today, aren’t you?” Brady narrowed his eyes on him. He pushed off the bar and wandered to the office door, leaning a shoulder against the frame. “Why are you such a Nervous Nelly?” he teased Rex.
“Shut up.” Rex rolled his eyes.
