“Oh thanks, but I’m stuffed. You cook a good meal.”
She leaned down, cleavage on display. “Well, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
I raised my eyebrow at my brother. He jerked his gaze to his eggs, studiously not engaging in my wordless judgment.
“Mother,” Caitlyn said in an embarrassed tone.
“What?”
“Just…give Bryson some space, okay?”
“I’m not crowding him!” She looked down at me. “Am I crowding you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh, none of that ma’am nonsense. Call me Molly.”
Caitlyn got up and grabbed her mom’s arm, tugging her toward the other side of the dining room, whispering frantically.
I looked over at my brother. “You didn’t tell me Mama Molly was hot for you.”
He nearly choked on the food he’d been shoving down his throat to avoid the awkwardness at the table. “She’s not. She was flirting with you. Which is weird enough without you goingthere.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a carbon copy of you, who’s soon to be her son-in-law.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Does that mean Silas is hot forme?”
My jaw tensed. “Low blow. Silas isn’t even talking to me.”
“Sorry, I thought that mess was all cleared up by now…”
I shook my head. “Nope. He still hasn’t returned any phone calls. I’m so sorry I’ve fucked up your wedding, man.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t?—”
“What about the wedding?” Caitlyn asked as she breezed back into her seat with a smile.
Molly followed with the coffee pot and a sheepish smile. “Refills for anyone?”
I covered my cup before she could find another reason to lean in close. “I’m good.”
“Me too,” Branson said.
“We should get going for our wedding consult soon,” Caitlyn said. “Sit down, Mom. I’ll clean up as soon as Bryson finishes.”
“Oh, let him take his time,” her mother said. “You two can go meet Silas when you’re ready. I’ll take good care of Bryson.”
Caitlyn sighed.
I crammed more eggs into my mouth, suddenly in a hurryto finish eating lest I be left in Mama Molly’s clutches. But wait, what had she said about Silas?
I swallowed and turned to Caitlyn. “Are you meetingSilas?I thought he’d quit the wedding.”
“Oh, yeah. He called late last night and apologized for the misunderstanding. We’re having our meeting today.”
I dug out my phone and checked my notifications. No missed calls. No texts. Damn it.
“He hasn’t called me back…”
