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Zach left it at that because whatever he or Macy did was none of Liam’s concern. If Macy wanted Liam to know anything, she could fill him in.
Liam stared at Macy holding the wiggly puppy for a moment before he turned toward the door. “I’ll come back.”
“No.” Macy took a step forward. “Talk with Zach. I can go play with these cute little guys.”
Macy held the puppy up to her face, and she was awarded with a lick on her chin. The yipping started again from the laundry room.
“Are you running a damn kennel?” Liam asked.
“I need to put some food down for the mom.” Zach started from the room before turning back. “Neither one of you leave.”
“I’m not staying,” Liam argued.
Zach sighed. “You drove all this way when you could’ve called.”
“Well, I thought something major was happening and you needed to talk to me. Heaven forbid you actually call me and tell me what the hell is going on. I have to get veiled hints dropped from second parties.”
Macy backed up a step. “I’m going to go put this little guy back. I’ll take care of feeding the mom and keeping the dogs occupied. You guys talk. Zach, don’t worry about the plans tonight. We can do it another night. I’m in no hurry.”
She disappeared before he could tell her to stick around because he was sure once Liam realized what Zach needed to say, Liam would leave in a snit.
“Tell me what the hell is going on.” Liam propped his hands on his hips. “I took my one night off this week to drive here.”
“You could’ve called.”
“From the way Sophie and Braxton seemed worried that I hadn’t spoken with you, I figured this was more than a phone call. And you’ve obviously gotten into a fight—I’m assuming with Braxton.”
Zach raked a hand down his beard and shook his head. “Our fight has nothing to do with why I need to talk to you.”
Liam said nothing. He didn’t blink. He merely stood still in that angry pose, glaring across the space between them.
“I’m selling this house.”
The muscle in Liam’s jaw clenched as he crossed his arms over his chest. The scar running down the side of his face seemed redder, as if his anger had spawned the shade.
“I wouldn’t have put it up for sale without telling you, but I just officially decided.”
“What the hell are you thinking?” Liam asked in a low growl. “How could you sell this house? Where are you going to go? Did you even think that maybe Braxton or I would want this, before you decided to get rid of it? Just because this is in your name doesn’t mean we aren’t invested in it.”
Liam spun around, muttering obscenities that would have had their mother scolding them no matter their ages, and then he turned back. “This is just like you, to be so damn selfish,” he continued. “You do whatever you want and to hell with the rest of us.”
Anger slid through Zach, but he’d expected nothing less from Liam.
“Maybe before spouting off you should consider the reasons.” Zach marched through to the living room, knowing Liam would follow. “Braxton and I can only afford to spend so much on Chelsea’s property. That property tax took a good chunk of my savings, and those renovations are going to be expensive. There’s no way around it.”
Zach stopped at the mantel where the photos were, his eyes zeroing in on his late sister. “I’m not going to let finances get in my way of fulfilling this dream of Chelsea’s, because if she were alive she’d do anything possible to get this done. She’d sacrifice everything, and I plan on doing the same.”
Spinning back around, Zach faced his brother, who stood leaning in the doorway. “You can be angry all you want, but shut the hell up when it comes to me and my reasoning. You had a chance to be in on this and you opted out.”
“I didn’t know you’d be making rash decisions without discussing them with your family first.”
Zach hadn’t had to discuss his decisions with anyone. He sure as hell never had to discuss things with his brothers, because they had little to nothing in common other than being taken in by amazing parents who were complete saints.
“I’m telling you now.”
Liam laughed. “I came to you. When were you going to tell me you were selling our childhood home?”
“I would’ve told you before Sophie put it on the market.”
