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People had different reactions when it came to Eric. Most were kind, if not a little withdrawn. And I understood. They didn’t know how to handle someone who was disabled. It wasn’t that they meant to be cruel. They were just scared they’d say the wrong thing, or not know how to talk to them. Feared them for some bizarre reason.
I expected Lincoln to simply ignore my brother the way he did everyone else . . . except his siblings.
So maybe I was wrong.
Or overthinking.
Why do I always overthink?
“We decided on suits with vests and bow ties,” Eric announced as he dragged me forward.
Teague gave the side eye to his brother but fist-bumped Eric. “He’s going to make the suits a big deal.” He pointed his thumb at Lincoln.
“It’s a significant occasion.”
See. There was no arguing with solid logic like that, although it was obvious Teague wasn’t thrilled about the suits. It was one thing to do it to please my brother and completely another to be railroaded into it.
“If they want to wear bathing suits, that’s their prerogative.” Why do I have this urge to dispute everything that comes out of this man’s mouth? Even when he’s right.
No one seemed surprised at my behavior when it came to Lincoln.
“Can we still wear bow ties?” Eric asked.
Every bit of tension caused by Lincoln was melted away by my brother’s innocence.
“You’re in charge of wardrobe,” Teague said. “Just don’t let him take over.” He motioned to his brother again.
It occurred to me that they were all acting as if the scene we’d rolled up on hadn’t happened. Other than Beau, who was off to the side, fiddling with the long gold chain around her neck.
“Have you ever had a custom-made suit?”
I whipped my head toward Lincoln, who was focused on Eric. He spoke with a quiet confidence and indifference. Was it practiced? Was that how he had to handle people on a daily basis?
Because I didn’t think he was indifferent.
“No.”
“We’ll change that.” Lincoln put his hands in his pockets.
“See, man. He’s already taking over,” Teague said in warning.
Eric tilted his head. “We’re working together.”
“We can’t afford that,” I said under my breath, praying my brother didn’t hear. I couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing him.
Lincoln scowled as if he’d smelled something foul. “Don’t concern yourself over the cost.” He also spoke in a hushed tone.
“How are you going to take them to get custom suits if you’re behind bars?” I regretted the tone of the question immediately, especially when his look was incinerating.
“You don’t need to concern yourself over that either.”
Tires screeched.
We all looked toward the street. A man stepped out of an exotic sports car and strode in our direction.
“I thought you were in cuffs?” He stalked straight to Lincoln.
At least I wasn’t the only blunt one.
Lincoln didn’t appear impressed.
“Our father got him out of them,” Teague said bitterly.
The man groaned. “I’m still charging you for this.” He reconsidered. “Then again, you got me out of a brunch with my wife. Maybe I owe you.”
