Page 88 of Brides and Brothers
“Are you sleeping?”
Aiden’s answer was slurred. “No. Yes.”
Wanting so badly for him to thoroughly appreciate the moment, she decided to wait for a more convenient time. “I’ll let you go to sleep. Please keep us in your prayers.”
“Night, love.”
“Night.”
“I thought you had our backs, Camille,” Easton teased. His bruise was still green and yellow, but his smile was more natural than it had been the night before.
Everyone was sitting around the table, picking at their breakfast burritos.
“I knew we should’ve called them last night,” Cade said, running his hands through his already tousled blond hair.
Camille shrugged. “I’m sorry, guys.”
“Why don’t we head over there right now.” Benson pulled his coat off the back of his seat. It was Saturday, and he didn’t have much work to do, but if Camille could count on one thing, it was Benson’s readiness for anything.
Daegan picked a thread off his sling and balled it up with his fingers. “They should be calling us. I’m not going to go begging for an apology.”
Cade’s body went rigid. “Wait, you don’t think those jerks would try to stop by again, do you?”
“Not if they want to avoid the police,” Daegan said. “It makes me sick to think what could’ve happened if we hadn’t shown up when we did.” He turned to plead his case to Camille. “Our lab got out early. I assumed they wouldn’t mind us coming over there an hour earlier than normal. I bet it was heaven’s way of preventing a bigger mess than the one we got.”
Benson cleared his throat, his voice soft when he spoke. “I know most of us are quiet about how we feel about God, but I have never questioned my brothers and their dedication to Him. Daegan, you’ve always been able to recognize when heaven is trying to tell you something. I think if you listened now, you’d see the Lord doesn’t want you to be angry. He wants you to resolve things with Macey, but in a way that will avoid hurting those women any more. If you love Macey, and I think you do, or you wouldn’t be so fired up, then you should let this go. You too, Cade.”
Goosebumps ran down Camille’s arms. Benson’s words sounded like something Aiden would have said. Aiden had a way of settling everyone in the room, but in his absence, Benson had stepped forward.
After a minute Cade quietly mumbled, “Once we have a discussion, Daegan and I’ll be able to get through this. George was nothing like Raina’s type. I’m Raina’s type.”
Daegan blew out his breath. “I agree. We need to talk it out.” He turned to Camille. “How long do girls stay angry? And why are they mad at all since their revenge worked? How long are we going to have to wait until they’ll explain?”
Camille pushed her plate away. “I’m sorry I’ve been lumping us women together like we all think and want the same things. I don’t know why my friends are mad, only that they are. They could be mad forever, but I doubt it. You’ll have to be patient. Tonight, you can try again and give them a call.”
No one seemed to like her answer. Benson left the kitchen, frowning. Easton stood and stared out the back window before grabbing a tortilla and eating it plain on his way back to his room. Daegan and Cade wandered into the family room and flipped on the sports channel.
For the first time, Camille’s homemade breakfast was hardly touched.
