Page 49 of Smooth Moves
“I don’t want to talk about this. I just want you to come help me.” Why the hell was Reid being so stubborn about all this? Was it his way of cutting ties with Cash a little at a time so it wasn’t so obvious he was leaving?
“I will.”
“Will what?”
Reid frowned. “Come help you clean out Mom’s.”
Cash let out a relieved breath.
“But not yet. I need time to process. I still don’t understand everything that’s happened. Then there’s Naomi in my life. I’m trying to adjust.”
And leaving me far behind.“Yeah, sure.”
Reid groaned. “I knew you were going to take this the wrong way.”
“What’s the right way to take it? You want space, and I’m obviously in the way. So go. Move in with Naomi. I don’t need you to babysit me, Reid.”
Reid frowned. “Naomi has nothing to do with us, you and me.”
“Please. I’m not stupid.”Not about things that matter.“I’m not standing in your way. Go be with your hot chick. I have plans tonight anyway.” He stood and dragged a few bills from his wallet. After tossing them on the table, he stepped away.
“Damn it. Don’t be like this.”
Cash shrugged. “I’m giving you what you want. I’m not your problem.”And I never should have been.What kind of big brother needed his younger sibling to watch over him? A loser, that’s who. “Go hang with Naomi. Later.”
He left with Reid calling after him, determined to do nothing that would necessitate his brother bailing him out. No getting drunk. No getting into a fight. No trouble he couldn’t handle by himself. What better place to work out his frustration, safely and legally, than at the gym among fellow Marines?
