The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(58)

What he wanted was simple.

And beautiful.

When I said nothing, he pushed, “You want kids?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“How many?”

“Don’t really care, but more than one.”

His fingers tightened in mine for a moment before he went on, “You like your work?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna keep it or be a stay-at-home mom?”

“I don’t know. I figure I’ll know when the first kid comes.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Do you want your kids’ ma to be stay-at-home?” I asked.

“Want her to be happy,” he answered. “So don’t give a f**k just as long as she gets that. Whatever way it turns out, we’ll deal.”

More awesome.

“I’m moving to Indianapolis, Benny,” I blurted, my hand tensing in his. “I have to. I—”

His hand gave mine a light jerk. “That’s not the next minute, baby.”

I shut my mouth.

“That’s on your mind, I’ll say this,” he went on. “You want that prize, you gotta work for it. And if there are obstacles in your way, you deal with them when you hit them. You find a way. We wanna work at this, we’ll find a way.”

It was a big obstacle to face.

In light of that, it was also the perfect thing to say.

“Okay,” I said softly.

His thumb moved, stroking the side of my hand, and he asked, “You good with our talk earlier?”

“Mostly,” I answered.

“Which part are you not good with?”

“All the parts that are still awkward and uncomfortable,” I told him, meaning the whole of it.

His head cocked to the side again. “Vinnie bring you here?”

I shook my head.

“I brought Connie here.”

My breath stuttered and I stared into his eyes.

“You have a past, I have a past,” Benny stated. “You loved a man. I had a woman who meant something to me. That was then, Frankie, this is now. It’s just that your man was my brother. We can make that an issue or we can decide to let it go.”

“It’s easy for you to let it go?” I asked.

“No, but not because he had you. Not because you were in my life in a different way and I had to watch you love him and lose him. Because he didn’t do right by you and that pisses me off. That said, I figure that’ll eventually fade too.”

“You wanted to go out with me in high school,” I noted, not even knowing why I did it, but Ben must have known because his thumb stopped stroking and his fingers got tight in mine again.

“Loved my brother, thought you were the shit, you were with him, didn’t let my mind go there. Last couple of weeks, I let my mind go there. I held no jealousy at the time. That doesn’t mean when it started with you two it wasn’t a blow because I f**ked that up back in the day. You were around and available and I didn’t do shit for years about it and Vinnie got in there because I was dickin’ around. But when you were with him, that went away because it had to. Bottom line now, it brings me no joy you lost what you lost when you lost him. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m glad I got my shot. I could feel guilt about that, but that’s not on either of us. That’s on Vinnie. And in the end, it’s just the way it is.”

“But you said you were thinkin’ of makin’ a move on me when I was with Vinnie,” I pointed out.

He nodded once. “Could have guilt about that too, but that isn’t on me either. He made his choices and he was my brother, but I knew you deserved better. It got to the point where shit was not right with you two and it wasn’t gonna get better. So it got to the point where I started to realize I wanted to give it to you.”

I looked away, but his hand shaking mine made me look back and he kept going.

“You were not with Vinnie but some other ass**le who didn’t do right by you, I woulda done the same thing. I woulda moved in. Some might say that would be a dick move, brother or not, but I don’t give a f**k. I would not have any guilt about that either. It’s the same f**kin’ thing, except that ass**le happened to be my brother. Take Vinnie out of the equation, Frankie, and you end up with a man who treats you right. That is not wrong. You could spit fire or talk at me for a year and you wouldn’t convince me it was.”

“Do your parents understand what this is?” I asked in a voice that was barely a whisper.

“Yes,” he answered in a voice that was not.

“And they’re okay with it?” Now my voice was quiet but squeaky.

“They got more years than us. They know you’re a good woman. They want you to be happy. And they sure as f**k want me to be happy. They’ve done enough judging when it was not their place and the judgments they cast were f**ked. They learned, honey. It is not lost on them that life is life and the goal is to gather as much happiness as you can while you’re livin’ it. Things mighta gone differently if I made a move while my brother was alive. They mighta frowned on that. Then again, they knew in their guts he was doin’ you wrong so they might not. We’ll never know. Right now, there is no one to hurt in this scenario ’cause the one who woulda got hurt is dead.”