“Maybe you should take the hint.”
Brian laughed. “So you coming to The Dugout tonight or not?”
“You can’t keep hiding from her.”
Brian’s grin went tight around the edges. “I’m not!”
“You are! It’s not fair to make me cover for you like you’re still the high school football star trying to date two girls at once.”
Brian’s smile fell completely. Guilt twisted in Martin’s throat, and his cheeks heated. He shouldn’t have said that.
“I’m not hiding.” Brian pulled a beer from the fridge. “I’m right here. She’s the one who left.” He stomped out of the kitchen.
Martin sighed. It wasn’t fair to judge. No matter how many letters hung off the end of his name, he wasn’t exactly the poster child for successful adulthood. He didn’t know what had gone wrong with Brian and Jess. Maybe implying Brian had cheated was too close to home.
“She wanted to know if you got a letter from a lawyer?”
“If she has something she wants to say to me, she can say it herself!”
The back door slammed, and Martin was left alone in his brother’s half-empty house.
