The men follow him across the yard, and I fall into step beside Logan. I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t say anything.
Guy is the first to break the silence. “So what exactly are we doing today? Because if it involves shoveling anything, I suddenly remembered I have a very important baseball thing.”
Ozzy doesn’t even look back. “You’re fixing fence.”
Guy groans. “That sounds worse than shoveling.”
“It is,” Miller says.
Zach laughs, but the sound fades as we get closer to the barn. The second we step inside, Ozzy turns on me. “What are you doing?”
I stop. “What?” Did I miss something? I thought I was paying attention, but honestly, my thoughts are still back with my wife and what happened this morning.
Ozzy points toward the house. “With Aria.”
Everything in me goes still.
Logan crosses his arms over his chest. Miller leans against one of the stalls, his face serious now. Zach stays quiet, but he’s watching me closely, and even Guy stops smirking.
So this is how it’s going to be.
I let out a breath and look away. “This isn’t the time.”
Ozzy takes a step toward me. “Then when is the time? Because your wife looks like she’s one bad word away from crying, and you’re walking around like you don’t see it.”
My jaw tightens. “I see it.”
“Then what the hell are you doing?”
I look at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His face hardens. “Then tell me.”
The barn goes quiet. For one second, I almost do. I could tell them everything. I could tell them that I’m so jealous of Miller that he has his son now or how hard it is seeing Skyler round with a baby, knowing that I can never give that to Aria and it’s the one thing she wants more than anything. I can tell them that I’m losing myself because I know I should leave Aria but I don’t have the strength to do it.
But I can’t say any of those things because Aria doesn’t know. And if she finds out my brothers knew before she did, I’ll lose whatever piece of her I have left.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
Logan pushes off the wall. “You can’t, or you won’t?”
I look at him. “Both.”
Guy lets out a low whistle. “That’s not good, man.”
“No shit,” I snap.
Miller studies me. He’s always been quieter than the rest of us, but he sees more than most. “Is there someone else?”
My head jerks back. “No. How can you ask me that? I love my wife.”
Zach’s eyes narrow. “Aria thinks there is.”
He might as well have put a fist to my ribs. “She thought that for about five minutes, and I cleared it up.”
“Did you?” Ozzy asks.
I glare at him. “Yes.”
