“Is she?”
Why lie?Roxanne was probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Jonah sipped his beer. “Yeah.”
SueAnn’s eyes glimmered, and she grinned, moving closer to the table. “And you’re seeing her again?”
Jonah sighed, hardening his stare. “You know, most of my employees don’t grill me about my social life.”
The corner of her mouth curled. “Because you don’t have one. Either way, I don’t give a rat’s ass what the others do. Now … are you taking her out for a proper date that doesn’t include beer and pizza in your garage?”
Christ, Holden.Did he tell her every detail?
“Dinner. Tonight.”
SueAnn’s face softened, losing all semblance of teasing. She circled the table, rubbing his arm as she passed. “Have fun with your gorgeous lady. You deserve it.”
He wasn’t sure if he deserved Roxanne, but he would enjoy spending time with her. She was all he’d thought about most of the day. Their kiss had consumed his mind, replaying over and over. It’d been forever since he’d had an instant attraction to a woman. If that’d been all there was to it, Jonah wouldn’t have reservations. But he felt a connection with Roxanne. She was real, honest, fun, and easy to be around.
Playing with fire.
SueAnn had left by the time Cord came back downstairs and raided the fridge. Jonah hadn’t seen him for the past few days. He usually made a point of checking in with both his brothers, but as Cord got older, it got harder.
“Where were you last Friday night? Holden said you drove Kenzie home.” Cord glanced up, smirking. “Poaching Bogs’ woman? That’ll get your ass kicked.”
“I don’t poach women. I suggest you don’t either.” Jonah shook his head and sat at the kitchen table, sifting through the mail. Bills upon bills.
Fuck.
“So where were you? Holden said you didn’t come home until late.”
Where the hell was this coming from? Cord rarely asked him about his whereabouts. Then again, Jonah rarely went out.
“I dropped Kenzie off at T’s house. They had everyone over and invited me to stay for dinner and a few beers.”
Cord’s face paled, and his throat bobbed. “T Garrison?”
“Yeah.” The corner of his mouth hiked watching his little brother squirm. “Roxanne’s brother.”
“Was he pissed?”
T Garrison was always pissed at something. But Jonah wouldn’t torture his brother.
“Accidents happen, Cord. He knows that. Her car’s fixed. Now, you just pay me back for the money I fronted, and we’re all good.”
“So, how’d that go, anyway? With Roxanne.”
“Like I said, got it fixed.”
Cord slowly nodded, grabbing a plate from the cabinet and heating some leftovers. He was unusually quiet, as if something was on his mind. He was probably thinking of how he’d just used up one of his nine lives. Jonah continued opening the mail, separating the junk from the bills. He glanced up when a chair scraped the floor and Cord sat across from him.
Aside from their sanctioned family dinners, which were becoming fewer and farther between with their busy schedules, Cord rarely ate with Jonah just one on one.
They sat in silence. He’d occasionally look at Cord, who kept his head down, eating. There was something on his mind, but Jonah wouldn’t push. That tactic had never worked well withCord. He had a habit of mistakenly taking Jonah’s concern for prying. As he’d gotten older, Jonah made a point of giving him more space.
“You’re pretty tight with them, huh?”
Jonah glanced at his brother. “Who?”
