Love's Second Chance (Second Chances #1)(3)
He bellowed out a laugh. “Hey, I can’t help it that the keys to my car got flushed down the toilet.” Brady took the seat across from my desk and smiled at me while he rested his chin in his hand. When my brother looked like that it could only mean one thing … trouble. He was twenty-seven years old and still the same jokester he has always been. I may only be three years older, but the weight of my responsibilities had made me feel a decade older.
“The last time you had that look we were in college and were almost kicked out because of your schemes. What are you planning now?” I groaned, but in all reality I was actually curious to know what he had up his sleeve.
“Well …” he paused. “It’s not me that’s planning it, it’s Jenna.”
Jenna is Brady’s wife, a very beautiful and talented woman. My brother met her in college, and has been whipped ever since. She’s also an artist, and her work is absolutely amazing. Every gallery in the area who has exhibited her paintings was completely wiped out once they went on display. There were probably about fifty of her works on my floor of the building alone.
“What may I ask is your wife planning? Please tell me she’s not trying to set me up with someone. I think I had enough problems with my last one,” I groaned.
“Yeah, your last girlfriend was a bitch. I always wondered what you saw in her. She had a nice body, but that was about it. We’re actually here early because Jenna’s best friend just moved back from Charleston. She wanted to spend some time with her and wondered if you wouldn’t mind if we brought her to the party.” This definitely caught my attention, and my eyes went wide at the mention of Jenna’s ‘best friend.’ I knew this best friend, and I knew her well. I couldn’t help the thoughts circling through my mind at the possibility of seeing the woman he spoke of again. The last time I saw her was years ago and she had just gotten married.
“Is her husband coming with her?” I asked skeptically. As much as seeing her would be amazing, I really didn’t want to see her with her husband.
Taking a deep breath, Brady heaved a large sigh. A frown now marred his face and his eyes grew sad. Not knowing what to expect, I wasn’t prepared to hear his next words. “That’s the thing, Galen. Korinne’s husband passed away about six months ago. He was in a car accident and suffered severe internal injuries. She was devastated and left Charlotte to live with her parents in Charleston for a while. We just heard she moved back and Jenna had this crazy notion that if we got you two together it’ll help her friend. Apparently, Korinne hasn’t been coping too well with the loss.”
This news stunned me into silence. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anger over the tragedy, anger from no one telling me and anger for the pain Korinne had to go through. Brady should have known I would want to know. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I demanded incredulously.
My brother shrugged his shoulder, and it was clear in his eyes that he realized he should have told me, knowing that if it involved Korinne I would have wanted to know. I could remember her as if it was yesterday. When we were in college, her golden-blonde hair was long and wavy, resting just past her shoulders, and her smoky gray eyes could see straight through your soul. She was also a fun, caring young woman with a heart so passionate it would make any man fall hard for her. I know I did, so much so that to this day I still think of her often. A short time after Jenna began dating my brother, they introduced me to Korinne. Before she decided to transfer to a design school in Raleigh, we spent a lot of time together and grew really close, even though we knew we were doomed for heartache. We knew a long distance relationship would be tedious and complicated, so we kept it as casual as we could in the beginning. It didn’t work for long, because feelings started to develop on both fronts, and there was no way I could hold back after that. I fell in love hard. The night before she left, I showed up at her apartment to tell her good-bye. We were both devastated and heartbroken, and then one thing led to another. Even though we had sex plenty of times before that, there was something about that night that drew me in more, against my better judgment. I needed her, and she needed me. I held her while she cried, and made love to her the entire night. We both knew there would never be another chance, so we took the night for ourselves.
Brady hesitated and then finally answered, “I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. It was really tragic the way it all happened. Jenna was heartbroken for her friend, and we just didn’t discuss it for a while. I’m giving you fair warning though … Jenna’s on a mission, and I’m sure you can imagine what that mission is.”
“I just wish you would have told me. There probably wasn’t anything I could have done, but it would have been nice to know.” I paused to let that sink in and then I asked, “So Jenna’s playing matchmaker again?”
Nodding sheepishly, Brady smiled. “If I could stop her I would, but you know how she gets. She’s a determined woman.”
“I think I can handle it, and anything else your wife has in mind. As a matter of fact, I’m looking forward to it, but I wonder what Korinne will say about all of this.”
“There’s no telling. Jenna was nervous about asking her.” Laughing, Brady stood from his seat. “Well, I better get going since I’m sure you’re dying to get back to work.”
“Very funny, little brother. I guess I’ll see you all tomorrow night.”