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I chuckled to myself. She wasn’t kidding. I remembered the spark in her eyes when we had talked about it. Sure, I hadn’t worn one since I was a kid, but I would wear one for her.
“What’s so funny?” Sammy asked, wiping a towel down his face.
“Nothing.” I shoved my phone into my pocket. “I’m calling it a night.”
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s early.”
“It is,” I said, heading to the door.
“What’s with you?”
I stopped, spinning on him. “Me? What’s with you, Sammy? You’re grumpy as fuck, snapping at everyone and anything. Is it that time of month or some shit?”
“I’m fine,” he muttered, shoving past me and leaving the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
If my brother thought I was going to chase after him, he was mistaken. He knew where to find me if he wanted to talk. Until then, I was going to focus solely on trying to earn Ainsley’s trust.
Cyrus
It was finally Friday,and I was getting ready for my date with Ainsley. I had about an hour before I had to pick her up and I wasn’t anywhere near being ready. I was showered and shaved but that was it.
I looked at the suit laid out on my bed at the clubhouse. I had never been on a date before. Most of the women I had gone out with ended up in my bed back at the apartment only because I had nothing better to do. I didn’t even have to ask and they were there beneath my sheets, waking up and wanting more, but I could never give them what they wanted. No matter how much they tried. There had never been anything about them that I needed or even wanted. Not until I met Ainsley, did I ever once think I would settle down anytime soon. As much as I wanted it, it hadn’t happened.
Grinding my teeth together the longer I stared at the suit, my jaw ached. I wished my parents were here. I imagined my mom telling me that everything would be fine, and that Ainsley was lucky to be going out with me. Truth was,Iwas the lucky one.
My dad would probably say something like, ‘You got this, Son.’
My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat that I would never hear those words from him.
Giving myself a shake, I headed to the door. When I opened it, I was met by a scowling Sammy. “What’s wrong?”
He pushed past me, stopping at my bed. He looked from the suit to me. “Date?”
I didn’t answer but I didn’t need to. He knew.
“With that quiet chick or someone else?” he asked, like there could ever be anyone else.
“Her name is Ainsley,” I bit out.
He nodded once, coming back toward me.
I stepped in front of him, blocking him from getting to the door. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But he wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Sam.” I cupped his shoulders. “You always talk to me. Or you used to. What is going on?”
“We’re not women, Cyrus.” His dark eyes snapped to mine. “We don’t need to talk about our shit.”
“What is wrong with you?” I searched his face for a sign. Anything. Something that could give me a little insight into what the hell was pissing my brother off. “Did something happen? Are you in trouble?”
He patted my cheek, a slow smile creeping onto his face. “Don’t worry about me, brother. Have fun on your date. Tell Ainsley I said hi.” He pushed out of my grip, only because I let him, and left the room.
I stared after him. My brother. The other half of me. The single person I could never live without. I didn’t think he would ever understand how much he meant to me.
Leaving the room, I went after him to try and talk some sense into that head of his. Once I reached the main floor, I looked around the large room. Sammy wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“You looking for your brother?” Cheesy asked, carrying a case of beer behind the bar. “He just left. Not sure what his problem was but I thought he was going to kick my ass just because I asked him if he was joining us for supper tonight. Eve had me ask.” He shook his head.
