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“I know.” I sighed.
“I’m going to take your suitcase upstairs and then head home. There’s dinner warming in the oven if you’re hungry.”
“Thanks, Grace. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I took the bottle of bourbon and a glass and went up and took a seat on the terrace. Pulling out my phone, I called my little brother, Caleb.
“Hey, big brother, how was Seattle?” he answered.
“It was good. What are you doing?”
“Packing. I leave for Los Angeles tomorrow.”
“Ah. That’s right. Do you have time to stop by for a drink?”
“Sure. Give me about an hour and I’ll be over.”
“Sounds good. I can send Carl to pick you up,” I spoke by mistake.
“Really, Gabriel?”
“Sorry. I’ll see you in about an hour. I’m up on the terrace.”
Caleb Quinn, my twenty-four-year-old determined-to-be-a-rock-star brother was against anything money. I guess you could say he had always been the black sheep of the family, at least in my father’s eyes. He hated wealth and wanted nothing to do with the upper-class society, including our father’s company. I was all business adventures while he was all about the music. He had music in his soul, and it showed every time he picked up his guitar. Our father was a tough man with a dream of both his sons running the family company, and when my brother graduated high school and threw away a college opportunity to pursue music, my father practically disowned him, calling him a disgrace to the Quinn name. I didn’t care what Caleb did or didn’t do, he was my brother and I loved him.
“Hey, bro,” Caleb spoke as he leaned down and gave me a light hug before taking a seat across from me.
“Hey, Caleb. Drink?” I asked.
“You got any beer up here?”
I chuckled. “Only for you.”
I stood up from the couch and walked over to the minibar that sat on the terrace and grabbed him a beer.
“What time is your flight tomorrow?” I asked.
“Eight a.m. Where’s Greta? I figured she would have been here since you just got home.”
I sighed. “I broke things off with her.”
“Wow. When?”
“A couple of days ago.”
“While you were in Seattle?” He laughed.
“I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yeah. I get that. She was a whiner and very insecure. I never understood what you saw in her.” He held up his bottle of beer. “Here’s to both the Quinn brothers being single again.” He smiled.
“Touché.” I lightly tapped my glass against his bottle.
I was embarrassed by what happened at the airport and I debated whether or not to tell Caleb until he noticed I wasn’t wearing my watch.
“Where’s your watch? You never take it off.”
