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“I used to eat dinner at your Nana’s house all the time when I was a kid.”
She throws her head back in exaggerated shock. “You did?”
“Yep. I was good friends with your dad’s brother,” he replies, but I start to tense. The conversation is growing far too close to the one topic we don’t talk about.
“Uncle Adam?” she says excitedly.
“No.”
“That’s enough,” I say with a low growl.
“Your uncle Isaac,” he finishes, and it feels like all of the air is sucked out of the room.
“Oh,” Abby replies, sinking into the sofa. “I haven’t met him.”
Dean’s eyes cast up to me, that familiar grief in his gaze. “Yeah, I know,” he says lowly.
I let his hurt-filled expression burn for a moment before I swallow and turn away. “We should get going,” I mutter.
In the car, Abby talks the entire time, but Dean and I stay quiet. When she distracts herself by singing to the song on the radio, I turn toward the man in my passenger seat.
“Don’t bring up Isaac at dinner, please,” I say softly.
“I won’t,” he replies while staring out the window.
“This dinner is going to be awkward enough,” I finish. My hand grips the steering wheel a little tighter. Dean turns toward me, looking offended.
“Why? Because I’ll be there?”
My brows pinch inward as I shake my head. “What? No.”
“Then why will it be awkward?”
Tilting my head to the side, I look at him again, trying to read his expression and decipher whether or not he’s joking.
“You don’t watch the news, do you?”
“Fuck no.”
My jaw clenches, and he must be able to see my contempt because he quickly corrects himself.
“Sorry. I mean, heck no. Why? What’s going on?”
I let out a sigh. I’m not entirely sure how much I want to get into on this car ride, but what the hell? I already let the man get a blow job from my wife. Might as well let him in on the family drama while I’m at it.
“On Friday, my father made a statement that I would be taking over his defense in getting him a lesser charge.” I spit out the truth. Just saying it makes me sick.
“You can’t seriously…” he starts.
Appalled, I glare at him. “Of course not. I could never…”
“Have you told Adam that?”
“Not yet,” I confess.
“Your family is great at communication.”
“Very funny.” I groan, side-eyeing him.
