A Winter Wedding(25)

Lourdes sank onto the bed as she held her phone and stared at the incoming call. Her mother wasn’t pleased that she’d decided to leave Tennessee right before Christmas. “You’ll be back for the holidays, won’t you?” She’d asked that at least half a dozen times before they got to the airport.

Lourdes didn’t want to go back for Christmas. She didn’t even want to have Christmas. She was pretty sure this was going to be the worst holiday of her life.

The call transferred to her voice mail—and Lourdes couldn’t make herself call back.

*

Brandon showed up as Kyle was getting ready to leave for the day. With Lourdes at his place, probably needing a meal, since he hadn’t bought any more groceries yet, he felt he couldn’t stay late.

“There you are,” he said when Brandon rapped on the open door before strolling into his office. “I thought you’d changed your mind about coming over.”

His stepbrother closed the door. “No, I didn’t want to interrupt your work, and I figured you’d be winding things up about now.”

“I am. Your timing’s excellent.” Except that he’d had to spend the whole day wondering what the hell Brandon planned to talk to him about. “Want to sit down?”

“Sure.” He collapsed into one of the two chairs across from Kyle’s desk.

“Everything okay?” Kyle asked.

His stepbrother crossed one leg over the other, then switched them. “This is going to be an awkward conversation, but I care enough about you that I want to have it.”

That lead-in did nothing to put Kyle at ease. “Go on...”

“We haven’t always gotten along, but...I’ve come to look up to you. No matter what happened or didn’t happen in the past, I know in my heart that you’re a good man.”

Kyle might’ve been flattered. Brandon didn’t talk this way very often. They’d just moved on without addressing the past, since there wasn’t a whole lot anyone could say that would change the situation or make it any better. But I’ve come to look up to you felt like a setup. “I’m almost afraid to thank you, because I can tell something else is coming.”

“As you’ve probably guessed, this is about Olivia.”

Kyle’s stomach tensed. “What about her?”

“Frankly, I feel bad being with the woman you want. And that’s gotten harder and harder the more I care about you. The weird thing is...I thought we were getting past it.”

“We were,” Kyle said. “I mean, we are.”

“No.” Brandon shook his head. “Lately, things seemed to have reversed. I get the feeling the past is coming between us again, and I’d like to stop it.”

“The past isn’t coming between us. Nothing can come between us. And just so you know, I’m being honest when I say that I would never hope for you and Olivia to break up. It’s not as if I’m sitting over here, greedily rubbing my hands and hoping that someday I’ll have another chance with her. I’ve always wanted to tell you that. I’m glad you’re happy together. You deserve each other. For the record, I’d do anything I could to keep either one of you from ever getting hurt.”

Brandon pursed his lips as he formed a steeple with his fingers. “That’s just it. I don’t doubt that. I believe you’d rather see me happy, even if it means you live without. And that only makes the situation harder.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Kyle said. “Stop worrying.”

Brandon got to his feet. “I can’t help it. You got a bum deal with everything that happened. I’m still shocked that you stepped up and married Noelle. I told you at the time it was foolish, but...it was also noble. That’s the part I never mentioned until now. I’ve secretly admired you for it.”

Kyle stood, too. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Bran. That just makes it worse. I brought what happened on myself, as you well know.”

“You made a mistake, one that’s somewhat understandable. You and Olivia weren’t even together at the time, not technically.”

“Doesn’t matter. I slept with her sister.”

“You were angry with Olivia. And her sister purposely seduced you when you were drunk. Those two things together did you in.”

“Maybe. But there are consequences to actions, and I’m prepared to live with mine.”

Brandon grimaced as if he wasn’t willing to settle for that response. “But your ‘punishment,’ if you want to call it that, should’ve ended with the divorce. Being married to Noelle was bad enough.”

Kyle smiled. If only he knew how bad it really was. “She’s definitely a trial. But I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Because Mom tells me you’re struggling. She says that every time she invites you over for dinner, you ask if Olivia and I will be there, and if the answer is yes, you come up with some lame excuse.”

Had he been so obvious? “Your mother told you that?”

“For the record, she considers herself your mother, too.”

“Then why would she try to cause trouble between us?”

“That wasn’t her intent. She’s worried. Wants me to do something to stop what’s happening.”