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“I’m going to talk to him,” I say with a sigh.
“I’m not telling you this for you to get mad on my account, Grant. I’m telling you because it’s probably afactthat he’s reaching out to other women besides me.”
“Of course.”
“I just have a vested interest in your success to keep it from the press.”
I smirk sadly. “Has nothing to do with me being your brother?”
Victoria sips her mimosa. “Not at all.”
I laugh but am interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. My mind immediately goes to Harley. “Sorry, I need to check this,” I say to Victoria as I fish my phone out of my pocket.
“Take your time.”
To my disappointment, Harley’s name is not on the screen. And to my curiosity, I don’tknowwho is calling. Whomever it is has blocked their number. I know in most circumstances to leave things like this alone. It’s probably a spam caller or, on the rare occasion, a crazy who has managed to get my number and wants to pitch me some god-awful television show.
For some reason, though, I can’t just leave it alone this time. I pick up the call and press the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Grant Neville. How’re you doing, old friend?”
My heart drops into my stomach. It’s been years since I’ve heard the voice and yet it feels like just yesterday.
“You haven’t forgotten about me, have you?”
I swallow. “No, of course not. How are you, Malcolm?”
Victoria looks up from her phone screen, eyes wide.
I can’t do this call with her listening in. I get up and walk toward the back of the restaurant, onto their patio, which is only half full due to the heat.
“Well, mostly good. Been better, though.”
“Been better, huh? Find that hard to believe since you’ve got Aileen wrapped around your finger.”
“Grant, don’t be like that.”
“I’ll be however I like.” Since stealing our best friend’s wife out from under his nose, I don’t think Malcolm Jenkins deserves one drop of sympathy, regardless of the situation.
Malcolm sighs. “I thought you might be happy to hear from me. After all, it’s been over ten years.”
“Not long enough.” Or too long. Not sure.
“I guess you and Kent are done with me, huh?”
I grit my teeth. “Let’s not get the facts twisted.Youwere done withus. Don’t act like we did away with you because you–”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Grant,relax.”
I listen, only because I’m in public. If I was somewhere private, I’d berate him even further. If he was in front of me, in the flesh, I might even grab him by the collar.Don’t you fucking tell me to relax.
“Listen, I’m not a perfect person. Who is?”
“A lot of people abstain from fucking their friends’ wives,” I mumble.
“You’re still all bent out of shape about that, huh? Carrying the torch for Kent? Listen, I’ve tried to apologize. He would never listen.”
I’m not sure I believe him.
