“Oh, no. Really? He said he was going to call you. Maybe he’s just letting the dust settle?”
“Maybe,” I said glumly.
“I’m sure he’ll call soon, bro,” Branson added.
But would he? He’d had the whole weekend if he wanted to reach out. How much time did he need to settle if he was already taking meetings with Branson and Caitlyn again?
My stomach sank. Shit. He didn’twantto call me, did he? He’d been a little reluctant about dating, and this had given him an excuse to forget all about me.
“What’s all this about?” Molly asked, clearly out of the loop on my dating life.
“Bryson dated our wedding planner,” Caitlyn volunteered. “Remember, I told you Silas quit the wedding and it was really sudden and unexpected?”
Her mother glanced between me and Branson, and the woman might be a tad lusty, but she wasn’t dumb. Her eyes widened. “Oh, crap.”
“Oh, crap, exactly,” I said morosely.
“Wait, so you’re gay?” She pointed a finger at me then slowly swung it toward my brother. “And you’re not?”
“Mom,” Caitlyn protested. “You don’t just ask people stuff likethat!”
“But they’re identical, so shouldn’t they be the same?” she asked, a note of suspicion entering her voice.
“We’re mirror image twins, actually,” Branson pointed out mildly. He touched a freckle to the left of his eye. I pointed at the freckle to the right of mine. “But there’s plenty of twins who have different sexual preferences.”
“So you’re straight and Bryson is gay?” she asked.
It was tempting to let her believe that. It would probably shut down the uncomfortable flirting. But I never liked catering to the binary notions people had that things were all black or white; good or bad.
“I’m bi, actually,” I said, “but I tend to be attracted to men more often.”
“Oh.” She tilted her head as if trying to make that compute. “So you do sleep with women sometimes?”
My lips quirked. “It’s been a while, but yes. I met my last girlfriend just after high school.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Well, maybe you just need to meet the right?—”
“Don’t say it!” Caitlyn blurted. “Just don’t even say it. Bryson doesn’t need to meet anyone other than Silas, who is absolutely a treasure, by the way. I hope they get married too. I bet Silas would plan the mostamazingwedding for y’all. We could buy houses next door to each other and?—”
“Slow your roll, babe,” Branson said, running a hand down her back. “This isn’t Hallmark.”
She frowned and looked at me. “Too much?”
“For him? Definitely.” I gave a wry chuckle. “The man still won’t talk to me.”
Caitlyn’s eyes gleamed similarly to her mother’s, but for what I suspected was an entirely different reason. “Well, we can’t have that.”
“What can Ido? I can’t stalk the guy.”
“Of course not,” she said. “But if you were to tag along to our meeting, as the best man who needs some advice about your role in the wedding, well… that would just be the responsible thing to do, right?”
I straightened in my chair. “Really?”
“Just play it cool, though,” Branson warned. “We don’t want him to quit us again.”
I nodded. “You’ll barely notice me. I just want a chance to look him in the eye and see if there’s any hope he’d give us another chance.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Caitlyn reminded me. “I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you.”
