Chapter Twenty
“What are you doinghere?” Devon asked his brother. He’d just stopped to take a break from the piece he was working on when Caleb came striding into the back through the front reception area.
“Lori basically told me to get out of the house unless I want Maisie to be the only child we ever have.” He looked extremely stressed out for such a laid back person.
Devon barked out a laugh. “Driving her crazy, huh?”
“I guess. I try to be helpful, but she said she just wants some alone time during Maisie’s nap.”
“Well, I can definitely use your help.” He looked around the workshop. “It feels real good to be back in here.”
“I bet. Olivia seems to be working out up front.” Caleb wandered, picking up a sandpaper block and getting to work on the supple curves of the headboard Devon was in the process of making.
“She’s smart and fast, both a plus.”
“Good. Lori will be pleased to hear that.”
They worked in silence for several minutes, Caleb sanding and Devon sketching the outline of the entertainment center on order. One thing Devon appreciated most about his brother was that he didn't need to fill the air with idle chatter.
Still. “I decided to find a therapist.”
Caleb didn't stop moving or look up. “Good.”
Devon straightened, wiped his brow. “That’s all? Good?”
“Yeah, brother. I know you’re doing much better, but it can't all be smooth sailing. Doesn't mean I need to throw you a parade for making the right choice.”
Devon snorted.
“You give any thought to women?” Caleb said, maybe less casually than it sounded in his head.
“Women? Like dating them?”
Now Caleb snorted. “Yeah, dumbass. What else?”
What else, indeed? “No, I haven't thought of women since Kathy and I began dating.”
“You should have, years ago.” Caleb ran his hand over the smoothness he’d created. “Like a baby’s ass.”
Devon watched his brother with the sandpaper, wishing for a stiff drink. Rolling his shoulders, he put his pencil behind his ear and walked to the mini fridge in the corner. “Want a bottle of water?”
“Nah.”
“So I should have been dating by now. Is that what you’re saying? Just add it to my list of faults.”
“That’s not what I said.” Caleb watched Devon unscrew the lid of the water, tilt the bottle back. “Chloe is pretty, and she doesn't seem to find your emo ass annoying.”
