“I can handle it,” he says with a smirk.
My sister smirks but gives him a look like she doesn’t believe him.
Maverick’s phone rings, and he looks down with a slight smile that has me suspicious.
“Brother?” he says in greeting which has me looking at him in shock.
I’ve never known him to have a smile like that in years; like he was happy or excited to talk to the person.
“Yeah, I made it. Already got them alcohol and tacos. They all just want to let loose for the night,” he tells whomever is on the phone.
“Yeah, hold on,” he says before moving the phone away from his face and presses a button which makes Ice’s voice fill the room.
“Hey Ana-girl, are you doing okay?” he asks in a deep, raspy voice.
“I’ve been better,” I tell him honestly.
“Sorry I couldn’t be there, but that fucker just ran out of the house like his ass was on fire when he found out what happened,” he says bluntly.
I let out a laugh. “That’s okay. I think I can forgive you this time.”
“Don’t worry about your house. I’m going to keep working on it since Viking is over there. It’s coming together pretty well,” he says.
“Oh thank you. You don’t have to do that,” I say.
“It’s no problem. I’ll see you in a few days. Call me from Viking’s phone if you need anything,” he says.
I agree before we hang up.
“Who was that guy on the phone?” my sister asks while looking between Maverick and me.
“Ice. He’s a brother,” Maverick answers her.
“He seems like more than a brother,” she says with a smirk.
I shake my head. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
I look over at Maverick, and he has a slight blush on his cheeks. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“It’s nothing. We can talk about it later,” he says with a wave of his hand.
“We have time right now. I’m sure we both could use the distraction,” I say.
“I don’t know. It’s part of the reason why I have been an asshole,” Maverick admits.
“More reason to share!” my sister shouts, holding the tequila bottle in the air.
“Might as well get it out; she’s not going to let it go until you tell us,” I tell him.
He lets out a sigh. “I’m attracted to men,” he whispers into his beer.
“You’re what?” my sister shouts.
He looks at her with a resigned expression and then turns his gaze to me. His gaze is full of guilt. “I was never looking at the club women. I said that shit about you not being like them so that no one would suspect that I was actually watching my brothers fuck them. I couldn’t even tell you which club girl was on her knees for the brother, but I could tell you the brother and what his orgasm face looks like.”
My jaw drops open in shock at his words. I think about all the times I saw him watching club girls get fucked. I never once looked to where his eyes were looking.
“How come you never told me?” I rasp.
