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More like set me on a warpath. Either way, it had worked. And because of it, my foundation had the funds to make the world a better place.
We were quiet as our food was delivered. He dove into his steak as if he hadn’t eaten in a year while I picked at my salad.
He pointed at my plate with his fork. “Tomatoes still giving you trouble, Barn?”
I’d yet to spear one of the tiny red tomatoes. I flushed. So much time had passed since that Labor Day weekend. Details should be fuzzy if not forgotten.
Yet he seemed to remember all of them.
“It appears that way.” I gave up on using the fork and popped one in my mouth with my fingers.
Kane plugged his ears. “The scream. I can’t take it.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “I never should’ve told you that.”
“No, and you shouldn’t tell anyone else either. They’ll think you’re a little... ” He twirled his finger by his temple and made acuckoowhistle.
“People already do.” And that was fine. I’d been out there my whole life, never quite fitting in.
But I’d found my place.
“People are assholes.”
I nearly dropped my fork as he devoured his steak as if he hadn’t just defended me. I was so used to taking up for myself, it shocked me when someone else did it. Whenhedid it.
“Your dad was proud of you.”
My shoulders dropped. He’d been gone eight years, and I missed him every single day. “Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve taken him up. Worked at the company.”
Then I could’ve seen him all the time. Had moments I’d given up in the name of making the world a better place.
“Hell no. He loved that you did what you wanted.” Kane wiped his mouth. “I’m sorry he’s gone.”
“Me too.” I pushed lettuce around my plate. “Lucky for us Mother will outlive us all.”
“She’s already picked out a new apartment on Central Park South with the money she thinks Alma is going to get from the divorce.”
“Why does she think Alma would give her anything?”
He threw up his hands. “That’s what I can’t figure out.”
I found myself smiling again.
He grinned. “It pissed all of them off so bad when your grandmother left you her apartment and the house in the Hamptons. Do you still have that place?”
“Both.” I couldn’t sell either. They’d belonged to Grandma Josephine. It would be like selling a piece of her when I wanted to keep all of them I could. Grandma Josephine, like my dad, was taken too soon. She had been far too feisty to pass in her early eighties. How I wished she was here now.
“She was a tough lady too. Not too many people scare me, but her?” He shuddered.
“She was very good at reading people.”
“No wonder she always looked at me like she wanted to knock me off.” He scraped the last of his mashed potatoes off his plate and shoved them into his mouth.
I missed her and Grandpa too. So much that my heart hurt.
He flagged the waiter down. “Chocolate cake.”
Unbothered, the waiter hurried off.
