He lifted his head.
She met his eyes and lifted a hand. She touched a finger to his lips and traced, following the line of his mouth. With a far-off look in her eyes, she murmured, “I think it’s time for me to stop considering and just enjoy the ride.” Now her gaze cleared and she focused on him. “I’d like to see you again. It’s not always easy to work out—I don’t usually let Neeci go to a sitter. It’s me or Mama Ang, my aunt.”
“I’m a parent, too.” Stroking his hand up her side, Trey leaned in and rubbed his lips over hers. “You know, Clayton talks about Neeci non-stop. I think the two of them bonded pretty much from the get-go.”
“Didn’t they?” She leaned back and he loosened his hold enough so that she could rest against the shelf behind her. The smile on her face widened and her eyes glinted with humor. “I swear, there are times that I hear nothing else. It’s Clay this and Clay that and by the way . . .”
Ressa grimaced and looked away, although she shot him a look from the corner of her eye. “She . . . ah . . .” She licked her lips. “Neeci wants an autograph. I figured I should tell you soon before she sees you at pickup or something.”
“She wants my autograph?” Confused, he studied her face. Neeci was seriously not his audience. Not for a good ten years or so.
“Nooooo . . .” Ressa drew the word out. “She wants your little brother’s autograph. She kind of heard that Sebastian Barnes was your brother, and. . . . well, um . . .”
“Ah.” Now he started to laugh. “I can manage that. I’ll make Clay ask him. Seb will probably get a kick out of it—he’ll bend over backward for Clay.”
He reached up and pressed his finger to her lower lip. “Hey, if you’re not busy tomorrow, why don’t you bring her over?”
Ressa blinked. “What?”
“To the house. You and Neeci come over. They can play together . . . and one of my brothers dropped into town. You can meet him.”
“Please tell me it’s Zach. I’ve seen some of the tattoos he’s done on his website.” She looked delighted now.
“No.” He rolled his eyes and tipped his head back. “People always want to meet Seb or Zach—I have four brothers, you know. Those knuckleheads are only two of them.”
She laughed. “You jealous there, gorgeous?”
“You coming over?” he countered, leaning in and nipping her lower lip. “And no. I’m not jealous. I got used to people asking about them—well, Zach, before I was even five. Are you coming over?”
* * *
It had taken more determination than Trey had thought he had not to push for more than a quick, almost chaste kiss when he’d dropped Ressa off at her place.
If he’d lingered more than a minute, he would have gone back to kiss her again—and he’d told her that—as he pulled away. The look she’d given him made him all too aware she wouldn’t mind if he’d done that. Over and over. But he needed to get home.
He was already pushing it, time-wise, and it didn’t matter that Travis was there to help out. He needed to get Amy home, get to bed—or maybe climb into a cold shower.
He almost relished the fact that he needed the cold shower, although the ten minute drive was nowhere near enough to cool his blood. Of course, the fact that he kept replaying that almost-chaste kiss . . . or picturing Ressa in her dress, peeling it off of her, none of that helped level him out.
Pulling his truck into the driveway, he noted that Clayton’s light was off. He was in bed, sound asleep. Just as he should be, which meant Amy had been in charge, not Travis.
The door opened before he’d cleared the steps and he saw Travis there, his face looking even more haggard than before. Trey shoved the alarm down. Sooner or later, that son of a bitch was going to tell him what was going on and, if he didn’t, Trey would take drastic measures. He’d fight dirty and just tell Mom.
Travis might be able to bullshit his way through anything, but if Denise Barnes realized that Travis was bullshitting her, the man was going to suffer the torments of the damned.
But for now . . . Trey stopped at the top of the steps and rocked back on his heels. “You survived.”
“Piece of cake.” Travis shrugged and glanced behind him. “Amy, he’s here if you’re ready to go.”
Amy appeared less than a minute later, her eyes heavy, a smile on her face. She barely glanced at Travis, smiled at Trey. “Everything go okay?” he asked.
She nodded and hefted her bag higher up on her shoulder when it started to slide down. “I don’t know how much I was needed, but thanks anyway. The money comes in handy.”
“You were needed. If I let Travis be in charge, then Clayton would still be awake, he wouldn’t have had a bath and dinner might have included something like pizza and chocolate, followed by chocolate brownies and chocolate ice cream. With chocolate cookies for a bedtime snack.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” Travis asked, his voice mild.
“You’re not a five-year-old boy who’ll wake up sick to his stomach.” Trey just shook his head and stepped aside so Amy could head to the car. “Let’s get you home.”
As he climbed in, he noticed that Travis had made himself comfortable on one of the Adirondack chairs on the far side of the porch. He didn’t look like he was in any hurry to move, either.
Trey was tired. Crazy tired. But if Travis was in a mood to have a chat, that suited him just fine. He had more than a few things he wanted to say, too.
* * *
Trey was irritated with him.
He’d have to be an idiot not to notice that. While Travis might be many things, he wasn’t an idiot. It hadn’t taken even fifteen minutes to run Amy home and make the return trip. Travis stayed where he was, legs sprawled out, eyes closed.
Once he had felt eyes on him and he had slowly lifted his lashes. From his angle, he could see the side of the house a few yards down—and how the curtains swayed in one window, only to fall back down.
He’d caught sight of the woman there once or twice. Whoever she was, she was nosy. He thought maybe it was Nadine. Nadine Armstrong. Yeah, that was right. She drove Trey a little nuts. Apparently she had a thing for spying, too.
As Trey pulled his truck back into the driveway, the light in the window next door went black and Travis rolled his head on the back of the chair, listening to the solid sound of Trey’s shoes striking the sidewalk.
It had him blowing out a breath. This wasn’t going to be one of their peaceful chats. “I think I might grab a beer. You want one?”
“I’ll get it.” Trey paused and then added, “You still look like you’re going to fall flat on your face anyway.”
As the door shut behind him, Travis dragged a hand down his face. No, he wasn’t going to fall flat on his face. He wasn’t even close to falling flat on his face. But he sure as hell felt like shit. Barely a couple of minutes passed before the door opened again and Trey came striding back out.
“You know, judging by the look in your eye, I’d almost say you must have had one lousy-ass date. What did you do, spill food in her lap?” Travis asked.
“Funny.” He passed over a bottle of brew and dropped down into the other chair, stretching out his legs in a mirror of Travis’s sprawl. “The date went fine.”
Now Trey was smiling. A faint smile, but the smile was there and his eyes had that same goofy look that Zach’s tended to get when he was thinking about Abby. “Another one bites the dust,” Travis muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. So, what’s her name?”
“Ressa.” Trey slid him a look.
“Ressa . . .” Travis studied. “Well. I’ll be damned. How are things going with your sexy librarian? Hey, wait a second—I thought you never got around to getting her number?”
“You could say fate intervened,” Trey said, lifting a shoulder.
“Fate.” Travis studied him. “Do tell.”
“We bumped into each other at that conference.”
Something in Trey�
�s voice had Travis biting back a smile. He mentally blocked everything else—some things a man just didn’t need to know about his twin, no matter how close they were. And there were vibes coming from Trey that fell into that didn’t need to know category.
“I’m not going to ask you to define bumped there, brother.” Travis snorted.
“Yeah. Don’t.” Trey threw a beer cap at him.
Travis had to fight to instinct to grab it out of the air and lob it back. It sailed past his shoulder to hit the window as he smiled. “So. Then what?”
Trey just shrugged. “We hit it off. But it was just the weekend. When I asked for her number, she seemed to think it was better to just let it ride. That should have been it.” He rose, still holding the beer he had yet to drink. “Then I take Clayton to school and there she was.”
Travis just waited.
“She’s got a cousin. She was dropping her off. I . . . I kinda get the idea that the mom isn’t in the picture much—if at all. Ressa takes care of the little girl. Anyway, she’s coming over tomorrow. Her and her cousin.”
It was tossed out, so casual like, and Trey stood there, taking a drink while Travis all but had to pick his jaw up off the floor. Practically six years of being by himself—just him and Clayton, and now . . . “Just how many times have you two gone out?”
“Technically speaking?” Trey shrugged as he put the bottle down. “Once.”
“Not including tonight?”
“No. Tonight was the first date. Jersey, well . . . we didn’t really do anything we could call dating.”
It might have been Travis’s imagination, but he was almost positive that Trey was blushing. Yeah. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining it.
“Let me get this straight,” Travis said slowly, feeling uneasy. It was probably all in his head, but he couldn’t help it. After the hell his twin had been through the past few years, Travis automatically defaulted to protective.
Getting to his feet hurt, and he hoped like hell he didn’t give any sign as to how much. Once he was upright, he took another drink. He just might end up puking it out on Trey’s feet, but if he tried to talk then, Trey would hear the pain in his voice so he needed the minute. Now, then. About as steady as he was going to get. He crossed over to study his twin’s face, just a few inches away. “You see this woman you’ve been moon-eyed over for . . . what, six months? You run into each other at a conference. You’re not spelling it out, so I’ll just take a stab at it—it sounds like you two spent half the time fucking, am I right?”
Trey’s eyes narrowed, but Travis steamrolled right over him. “Then, you two up and part ways. Now you find out your son and her cousin share a class. Doesn’t that sound kinda . . . coincidental to you?”
“Anybody ever tell you that you’re a paranoid son of a bitch?” Trey said, his voice almost pleasant.
Travis just crossed his arms over his chest. “This doesn’t sound kind of . . . weird to you? This woman you’ve been drooling over shows up in not one, but two places for you to trip over her? First the conference, and now, out of the entire city, she ends up having a kid in the same class as Clayton and you don’t think any of it sounds a little too pat for you? Come on, Trey.”
“You think she up and somehow managed to get her cousin into Clayton’s class, that she manipulated Max into asking her to handle the panels?” Trey snorted. “Let me guess, I bet you think she moved here, just so she could set all of that up. You know what, Trav? Fuck you.”
He edged around him and headed for the front door.
“Aw, man. Come on, I didn’t mean . . .”
“You didn’t mean what?” Trey spun around and glared at him. “You think I’m not capable of making a decision about the woman I’m dating? Fuck off, man.”
“Trey, look . . . I just . . .” Uncertain how to proceed or what to say, Travis stumbled for the words. “I’m just worried. You’ve spent the past few years alone and now . . .”
“I’ve spent the past few years alone.” Trey snorted. “Alone. You think that touches it? Yeah, I’ve been alone. I’ve been empty—and I wanted it that way. It was easier—safer. Up until I saw her, I didn’t realize just how empty and hollow I was.”
He turned away then, staring out into the night. “People talk to me and they try to help and they say all these nice things that don’t mean shit and I’m still empty. I still feel like . . .”
He stopped, shaking his head.
“For six years, I’ve just felt alone. The few times I’ve even tried to talk to another woman, I barely even saw them as women—I can’t remember the last time I wanted to kiss a woman—spend any amount of time with somebody who wasn’t family, and sometimes even that’s hell.”
Trey looked away.
Travis closed his eyes.
“You got any idea how fucking lonely it gets?” Trey asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Now he turned, their gazes locking.
Feeling like blinders had been ripped off, Travis stared at his twin, suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t the only one capable of holding back. There was a giant void inside Trey, one he’d never even been aware of.
Swallowing the bile that suddenly rose inside him, Travis closed a hand into a fist and focused on a point somewhere in the middle of Trey’s chest. How had it become so hard to look at his brother’s face?
“You all try,” Trey said gently. “I know you do. It was hard enough to get through those first few months, that first year . . . grieving for Aliesha, worrying about Clayton, thinking I might lose him. But I didn’t even know who I was—I didn’t feel like anybody, not the man I thought I knew. By the time I realized how messed up I was, I was so far down in a pit, I couldn’t see the top. Daylight wasn’t even a memory for me. I’ve been pulling myself up and things started to get better. Maybe I feel alive again. But I still . . .”
Trey’s voice faded away.
Travis finally dragged his eyes up but saw that Trey was more focused on the bottle he held than anything else.
“I quit drinking after that night. Tried once—cracked open a bottle of bourbon you’d given me one year. It was about a year after Aliesha died. The smell of it made me sick and it was like I was reliving that night all over again, like I’d lost her, all over again. Even now, the smell of alcohol turns my stomach.” He closed his eyes and took a slow sip of the beer he held. He sat there in silence, waited for what seemed like forever before he sighed. “It’s all in my head. I shut myself down . . . and I know it. I’m going to finish the fucking beer. I’m going to see Ressa tomorrow and I’m going to stop hiding.”
He slanted a look at Travis. “I know what I feel when I look at her. I know what I see when she looks at me. I don’t know what it is about her, but she cut right through me and I’ll be damned if I let you breathe your paranoia down my neck and make me question that.”
“Trey, look.” Travis didn’t know if the word guilt touched on what he suddenly felt. He didn’t know if confusion did. Panic crowded around him and he could hardly breathe. There were few in this world who mattered to him and the one who mattered the most stood right in front of him. And he’d managed to hurt him. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just . . . look, I’m worried about you.”
“Some advice,” Trey offered. “Worry about yourself, because for once, I’m doing fine. You, on the other hand, look like you’ll keel over, and don’t think I didn’t notice that you felt like you were going to puke up your guts a minute ago. Now leave me the hell alone.”
He turned and headed for the door. But before he went inside, he paused, waited. “And Travis, you better listen to me . . . she’s coming over tomorrow and if you do one thing to make her uncomfortable, I promise you, I will beat you senseless. You hear me?”
Trey didn’t wait for a response. He went inside, closing the door with a quiet snick.
Travis stood there, staring at the door, something a little sick moving through him. “Well,” he muttered into the silence of the night. “I w
ent and fucked that up good and proper, didn’t I?”
Chapter Twenty-one
“Day-yum,” Ressa murmured under her breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, baby,” she said, putting the Mustang into park as she took one more moment to admire the sprawling Colonial in front of her.
She’d thought Bruce’s place—no, it’s my place now . . . mine—but she’d thought that place was nice.
This was . . . beyond.
She couldn’t quite call it a mansion, but the house on the double lot was amazing. The lawn was lush and green, flowers flooded in a brilliant rainbow of color, and the brick and glass somehow managed to reflect both old-world charm and modern comfort.
She hadn’t been sitting there thirty seconds when one of the house’s double doors opened and a blond tornado came spilling out.
Neeci was already tearing at her seat belt. “Hey, hey, hey! Slow down, baby.”
Neeci rolled her eyes.
“Now, listen. You need to remember—”
The door opened and Neeci was gone, tearing up the sidewalk to meet Clayton. With a weak laugh, Ressa finished. “Remember your manners and no running in the house.”
Movement caught her eye and she looked past the kids to see Trey. Her heart made a weird little lurch inside her chest and gripped the steering wheel convulsively. “And you need to remember your manners. No drooling on the host. No grabbing him in the hallway. Behave.”
She wondered if she’d be able to do that.
A few minutes later, she met him on the sidewalk and had the delightful pleasure of him leaning in and closing his mouth over hers. It was a soft, sweet kiss, even more chaste than the one he’d given her last night, but it still made her muscles feel hot and loose, while her heart skittered and jumped like crazy.
“Ewww!”
Against her lips, she felt him smile and then he pulled back. “I don’t think it was ewww,” he mused, glancing over at Clayton and Neeci. Then he slid her a sly look. “But maybe I should try it once more, just to make sure.”
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