“I think I am, but—” He stops talking. “Having to watch Vincent go through this divorce when he understands what’s going on is hard.”
“What do you mean?” I ask him, suddenly wanting more of him.
“Well, I don’t know if you know the story,” he starts and I don’t answer yes or no, “but my wife was having an affair with my brother-in-law.” Even though I know the story, hearing it from him makes my heart sink. “Walked in on them one day.”
“Did you guys try to work it out?” The tightness in my chest moves to my stomach.
“Fuck no,” he hisses. “I can forgive her overspending or whatever, but fucking someone else? I can’t do it. I wouldn’t even try.”
“Same,” I agree with him. “I would second-guess every single minute of every single hour, and it would be torture for me. Then I would make his life a living hell with all the questions.”
“Yeah, turns out Vincent found out and he’s trying to navigate through it.”
“He’s a good kid.” I smile when he smiles, the pride shows in his face. “You are doing a great job with him.”
“Thank you. Okay, well, that took a turn.” He laughs, grabbing his glass. “Your turn, and it can’t be heavy.”
“Fine.” I cross my arms in front of me. “What is your favorite thing about yourself?”
“That I’m a good dad,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. “You?”
“Um. I’m a great friend, and the best sister anyone can have, obviously.” I tilt my head to the side. “And I’ll never sleep with my sister-in-law.” I make a joke about it. I wonder if it’s too soon, but he throws his head back and laughs. I watch his neck and make a note if we ever sleep together again, I’m going to worship that neck.
“My turn,” he says, his voice giddy. “What was your best kiss?”
I grab my glass of wine and take a big sip, or maybe it’s a gulp. “We can’t lie, right?” I ask him and he gives me a grin because the asshole knows right now what my answer will be.
“You can, but what fun is it to lie?”
“Ugh,” I actually say out loud, “fine.” I roll my eyes and avoid looking at him, not sure I want to see how smug he looks. “The kiss in the SUV.”
“Really?” he says, and he tries not to beam with happiness but fails.
“Yeah, whatever.” I look to the side. “You?”
“Same,” he replies and my head whips back to him.
“Okay, you don’t have to say that because I said it.”
“I’m not.” He holds up his hand. I look down, trying not to smile and biting my lower lip. “Okay, your turn.”
“What was your first impression of me?” I ask and he snorts, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Obviously, I thought you were hot.” I put both hands under my chin and shimmy. “Then you went for the jugular.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I think you started that.” I point to him, taking a sip of water. “Well, I also thought you were hot, but then it dwindled when you opened your mouth.” We both laugh.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you that,” he concedes. “Where’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?”
I laugh. “An SUV,” I say without skipping a beat, “I’ve never done that before.” I wait for his answer.
“Same,” he states and I shake my head.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I’ve fooled around in a car before, but to actually go all the way in one? Never done that in my life.”
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done to get someone’s attention?” I ask him and he looks down and hangs his head.
