“I fucking wish.” Nate sighed, loosening his tie abit.
“Hey guys,” Ryan muttered, taking a seat on the other side of Nathan. “What ‘ya say about going to having a wake of our own, the way Cam would have actually wanted us to rememberhim?”
Nate sat up a little straighter, pulling his cell out of his pocket. “Give me an hour and we’ll all meet in the backfield.”
My brother leapt to his feet, leaving Ryan and me uncomfortably sitting in silence for a few seconds. I had never been so tongue-tied around him before, but I was not able to say two damn words to him in thatmoment.
A small smirk spread on his lips as Ryan stared off to the front of the room where all kinds of pictures of his brother were displayed. There were a lot from his childhood, high school football, family memories, and hanging out with friends, and then some that his friends from the military hadsent.
“Ryan? What is it?” I slid into the seat that was closer to him as he put his hand on myshoulder.
“Which pictures do you think Cam looks the happiest in?” Ryan questioned, his voice low in myear.
The feeling of his hot breath sent chills down my spine as I squinted to analyze the lot of photographs. “The military ones,” Ianswered.
