“I have to go,” I said. I’m sorry, but I won’t be working out on the west field today.”
“Too hot anyway,” he said just as Morton, AKA Morrie our middle brother, banged through my front door as if my house was freaking Grand Central Station.
“Greta’s calling looking for you,” he announced. “She’s got her tail in a twist over the maze. What did you do?”
“Tell her I’m not here, and you don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Little brother…”
That name only came out when he went into lecture mode. This time, he didn’t even know what I’d done. I wasn’t even remotely sorry, either.
“I’m going to talk to Mimi, and I need to finish up some project details.”
“The shop?”
“Yeah.”
Mimi might think I was oblivious, and yeah, I hadn’t known about Ma, but I’d sunk a lot of savings into having a coffee shop built for my wife. It wasn’t far from the farm, and it was right across the street from the local factory, giving her built-in business.
“But what did you do to the maze?” he asked.
I shrugged. “It’s the hardest maze I’ve ever made.”
“Greta said something about having to send in rescuers to bring out some couples. No one has made it through to the end. Not a single person.”
“Oh,” I said, but apparently, that wasn’t innocent enough. Or my brothers knew me way too well. They both leveled assessing stares at me.
“What did you do?” Wilt demanded with narrowed eyes.
I lifted my juice to my lips and smirked. Maybe, there wasn’t a way out of the maze. You could go in, but you couldn’t get out. If I couldn’t have the love of my life, then no one visiting the Lover’s Lane maze would get their happy ending either.