I nod quickly. “Do you know why?”
“There’s a reason?”
“Of course there’s a reason.”
It’s obvious by his expression that he has no idea.
“It’s the first song I heard you sing along to. Loudly. With dance moves and everything.”
He tosses his head back with a laugh that reaches right into his chest. “How the hell did you remember that?”
“Because I remember everything about you.”
That will never change. Kennedy deserves a man who’ll worship him, and that’s a job I’m happy to claim. I vow to never, ever let him feel unloved again.
CHAPTER
FORTY-TWO
KENNEDY
Other than my times with Ziggy, I stick to myself. Normally, I’m the one running to fix things with my brothers, but if they’re okay with this stiff relationship crusting over between us, then I will be too.
It’s not on me to burst out of it.
As desperately as I want to.
The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that our parents destroyed something precious in all of us. Hudson’s self-worth. Hart’s hope. And my ability to let go. I thought my past relationships were a prime example of that, but my brothers might take the cake.
The air between us is stale as we work. The conversation is dry. It’s not as bad when other people are around, but just the three of us?
Painful.
I’m constantly biting my tongue.
“Hey, pass me that level,” Hudson says.
It’s basically between us, but there’s no point in arguing. I pick it up, and his hand closes over it, but he doesn’t take it.
“Kenny …”
My gaze lifts to his.
“I don’t like this.”
“Don’t like what?”
Irritation crosses his features, but he stamps it down. “You’re not happy.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Guess not.” He finally takes the tool, but we go on watching each other.
“Is there something you wanted to say?” I’m not going to get hopeful because my brothers have let me down too many times.
“I’m sorry I’m a shit brother.”
I frown at the sudden rush of words. “You’re not a shit brother.”
