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Cole said nothing, just crossed his arms and waited.
Part of him wanted to lie and say there was no one and get Brett his money back. But the thing was…she wasn’t no one. She was the one. The only one who could rip him apart and put him back together again. Since he needed to talk about it, and her, and the person they’d made, he couldn’t think of anyone better to talk to than these three assholes at his side.
Sighing, he ruffled his hair and said, “Her name’s Kassidy Thomas.”
Brett cursed under his breath, probably still pissed off he’d lost the bet.
Chris shook his head, still grinning as he shoved the twenty into his pocket. “Cheerleader?”
“Model?” Cole interjected.
“Playboy bunny?” Brett suggested, grinning.
“No.” Chris pointed. “She’s probably an actress. A famous one.”
“Florist shop accountant,” Wyatt said, glancing at Brett. “You sent her to my house to do a singing telegram, actually. So, you only have yourself to blame for losing that twenty.”
“Shit,” Brett said, eyes wide. “So, this girl comes to your house, sings to you, and then you…what? Fell in love with her sweet voice?”
Wyatt choked on a laugh. “No. She isn’t the best singer in the world—is quite possibly the worst, actually—and then she knoc
ked my Hamilton vase over. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she then yelled at me for winning the game the week before because she lost a bet. That bet was the reason she was singing at my house instead of her brother.”
“Wait a second. You broke the vase Mom gave you?” Chris practically yelled.
Wyatt nodded. “Yep.”
Cole whistled through his teeth. “She’s gonna kill you…”
Wyatt winced. “Don’t tell her.”
“I won’t.” Cole shook his head.
“But—” Chris started.
“Focus,” Brett snapped. “Enough about the stupid vase. Tell us more about the girl. You met her. She was awful at singing. She broke your mom’s vase. And then…?”
Wyatt frowned down at the whiskey he hadn’t drunk yet. “And then I asked her to go to dinner with my foreign sponsors with me because she spoke Chinese, and from that point on…I couldn’t think of anyone else besides her. We weren’t supposed to see each other again after that, but I went to her place again. And again. And again. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stay away. She was on my mind constantly, like a disease.”
Brett snorted. “I hope you didn’t tell her that.”
“He did,” Chris said. “That’s why he’s here drinking, instead of with her.”
Cole snorted. “You’re probably right.”
“No, I’m drinking because I broke all my rules, fell for a girl—”
Brett choked. “Jesus.”
Cole rolled his eyes. “Dramatic, much?”
Chris shook his head and took a sip of his beer.
“And then today, she told me she’s pregnant.”
Chris choked on his beer.
Brett’s jaw hung open.
