I nod.
“When did they—?”
“They’ve been here for about a year. They tracked me down when our father died. They found my address on a birthday card I’d sent him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I know how things ended between you.”
He tugs me around. “Do they know I’m in Durango?”
I nod, my eyes filling with tears.
“You told them?”
“Yes. The morning you walked into my bar.”
“So, you ran straight there to tell them. What’d they say?”
“They were as shocked as I was that you were with the Royal Bastards. Remy was especially pissed to hear you were in town and connected to them.”
“What else did they say?”
“They warned me to stay away from you.”
“Of course they did. Because I’m the bad guy, right?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t think that. Not anymore.”
“But you did?”
“When I saw your cut, I wasn’t sure how much you’d changed or if you were the same Sully I knew.”
“Why keep it a secret? Why not tell me they’re in town?”
“I didn’t want any trouble. I know how things ended and—”
“You don’t have a clue how things ended.”
“We started to spend time together, and I didn’t want them to know because I know they’d flip out.”
“So, you’ve been lying to them, too.”
“Yes. But it’s not just about that. They have no idea I own the Gaslight. They think I just work there.”
“Because they’d fuck that up for you.”
“Exactly,” I confirm in a whisper.
“What are they doing?”
“They’ve opened a garage called Brothers.”
He shakes his head, and his hands land on his hips. He stares out the window, then his eyes return to mine. “I thought we had something, Six. I thought we were building something. But if you don’t trust me, what the fuck am I doing here?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just strides toward the bathroom, yanking his shirt off and tossing it on the bed on his way.
The door slams, and a moment later I hear the shower come on.
