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“Oh, same old shit. You know me.”
But that wasn’t true, was it? He had something new, someone new to talk about. He hesitated. What if Abbie changed her mind? Or what if it didn’t work out? He’d have to confess to his brother he’d lost another girl because he was inadequate.
And that’s why Mandy cheated, right? Because he wasn’t fulfilling her in some way. Because she wanted someone else. Someone better.
And if Abbie left, it’d be for the same reasons.
But he didn’t want Abbie to leave. He wanted this to work. He knew he’d fight for her and never give up. She was all he wanted.
“Well, actually…” He didn’t even know where to start. “I met someone.”
“Yeah?” Beck sounded genuinely surprised. “A girl?”
“Obviously.” His brother laughed, and the sound soothed something in him he hadn’t realized was there. “She’s a good girl. A bit young for me.”
“How young?” he asked warily, and Jett took another long pull of his beer to stall.
“She’s twenty-one,” he muttered.
“God damn, you fucking cradle robber.” He cackled, and Jett grinned to himself, shaking his head. “What’s her name? Tell me about her. I swear it’s like pulling fucking teeth trying to get any information from you.”
Jett sighed again. “She’s an artist. I’ve only seen a few of her pieces, and I don’t know shit about art, but she’s fucking incredible.”
“Yeah? Does she sell them? I’ve been trying to find something to get Roxy for her birthday.”
“Don’t know. She should, she’s that incredible.”
Like he said, he didn’t know shit about shit, but he knew talent when he saw it. And Abbie was damn talented.
“She’s in school for art history,” he continued.
“Smart girl.”
“Yeah, man. She’s a genius. No idea why the hell she’s with me,” he laughed tightly, but his brother didn’t.
“You’re loyal, and a good man. You’re hard working, and you take care of those you love. You protect them. Cherish them. Encourage them and their dreams. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I don’t want to hear this mushy shit,” he groaned.
“Tough,” Beck grunted, and Jett’s brows rose at the firmness in his voice. It was hard to remember his brother was in his thirties and not a snot-nosed kid anymore. “How’d you meet?”
He took another drink. That question was a bit tough. He couldn’t exactly tell him he’d responded to her ad looking for a Daddy.
“Online,” he said. There was another beat of silence.
“Online?” Beck repeated. Yeah, judging by his tone, it was probably best to leave the details out.
“Yep. Uh, we talked for a while then met in person. We were safe.”
“Did you wallop her ass for meeting a stranger online?”
“Beckham,” Jett warned, even though he’d had the same thought a million times. But he didn’t want anyone, not even his brother, thinking about his girl getting her ass spanked.
“Whatever,” he breathed. “She needs to know not to do that.”
“It’s not like she’ll ever meet anyone else online,” he drawled.
More silence.
