“Muttered something about a new lawn mower and took off.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.
“Should you have driven home?”
I blink a few times, recalling how many drinks I had. I can’t remember.
“Probably not.”
“You know you can call.”
“I know,” I say. “I know, I just…”
“Don’t want to be a burden. I know that, but we’ve already told you, Grizz. We’re family, and there is no burden, not with family.”
If only that were true.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, once again trying to remember how much I drank. I don’t feel drunk, but I definitely feel the alcohol. Still, I can’t remember how many drinks I had. It happens sometimes. It’s a way to pass time. Like when I’m bored. It’s not like I do this every day. Just the days I feel like shit.
Which, okay, isalmostevery day.
Whatever. It’ll be better now that Tommy and Kelsey are here.
“I fucked up one of the guy’s hands.”
“Fucked up how?” Kelsey asks carefully.
Fuck, she would have made such a good mom, and I am so mad at the universe for not giving that to her. She deserves all the good things in the world.
“Stumbled into him. May be broken, I don’t know.”
There is no judgment in her stare, just understanding.
“I bet you’d feel better if you apologized.”
I bark out a laugh. “You don’t know Snapper. If anything will piss him off more than what I did, it’s going back to apologize.”
“Then maybe it doesn’t have to be about him.”
I sigh. She’s right. I will feel better if I apologize. I get to my feet, then lean down to give her a big bear hug. “Thanks, Kels.”
“Anytime, little bro.”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “It’s not the same.”
She pouts. “I tried.”
Kelsey looks amazing for her age. I swear you wouldn’t think she’s a day over thirty. Her hair is dark, straight, and she has a beautiful round face and kind blue eyes.
“Thanks,” I say before leaving the house.
Snapper may kill me for going to see him, especially at his house, but at least I can say I tried.
Snapper pulls the door open, holding a knife and looking like he’s ready to stab me.
Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea.
“Whoa, I just came to apologize,” I say, holding up my hands.
