Page 155 of Take My Name
“Shit, dude.” I drop my arms. “Do you know why?”
He explains everything while I finish frying bacon and sausage links. I feel for him, especially with how close they were to getting married and how much he loved her.
But I’m afraid the problem is she loved theideaof him more than him as a person. Always wanting him to change or act a certain way. Practically keeping him on a leash. Forcing him to work with her dad and live a lifestyle that matched hers.
Maybe I should’ve seen it coming.
But by his distraught voice, he hadn’t either.
“Yeah, so…now I’m out of a job and place to live,” he continues when I make him a plate of scrambled eggs.
“Two hot men in my kitchen and the delicious smell of food? Have I died and woken up in a romance novel?” Maisie struts in wearing one of my work T-shirts, adorably clueless of our tense conversation.
“Mornin’, baby.” I give her a quick kiss. “Aundrea and Silas broke up.”
She inhales a loud gasp. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she gives her best attempt to hug him.
“He needs a place to crash for a bit,” I tell her. “We could set up an air mattress in the library or living room until he finds his own place.”
“I don’t wanna be an inconvenience,” Silas argues. “I can stay at a motel.”
“Absolutely not.” I shake my head, making Maisie a plate of eggs and meat. “We’ll figure it out.”
“What about Posey?” Maisie asks, and I subtly shake my head, but she ignores it. “She has a spare bedroom and did I hear you need a job? She was just tellin’ me she’s still lookin’ for extra help at the goat farm.”
“Maze…that’s not a good idea,” I tell her carefully.
She doesn’t remember their feud.
Or rather, their one-sided feud.
“Why not? It’s perfect! He doesn’t wanna sleep on an air mattress anyway.”
I glance at Silas, who looks conflicted. “She’ll never agree to it.”
She furrows her brows. “How come?”
I remind her how they always fought like siblings in high school, and ever since, she refuses to be around him. Though I never knew exactly why she hates him so much. I always assumed it was because he picked on her like a little sister while she crushed on him.
“That was years ago. Surely she’s not still upset about it.”
“Trust me, she is.” Silas stabs a piece of sausage. “She hasn’t talked to me in years.”
“Years?” Maisie gasps. “That can’t be right.”
“It’s true,” I confirm. “Posey deemed him enemy number one. Anytime he’s around, she leaves or blatantly ignores him.”
Maisie’s quiet for a moment, stewing on our words.
“Hm…I’m gonna call her. Doesn’t hurt to ask.”
She pulls out her phone, and although I know it’s about to be a shitshow, I don’t stop her.
“Good mornin’, my favorite sister-in-law,” Posey singsongs.
At least she’s in a good mood.For now.
“Hello tomyfavorite sister-in-law,” Maisie says, grinning. “I have a big favor to ask.”
