“Speaking of lingering, how’s it going with your sister?”
“That’s definitely unfinished business.I’ve texted and called so much, it’s borderline stalking, but I’m her brother so it’s okay.”
“Don’t think so, Dante, but I know she’ll come around.”
Wolfe made a mental note to check in on Mia.Not control the situation, just...check in.
“We’re too close to let this situation go on, right?”
“Right,” Wolfe agreed, not wanting to burst the bubble of his friend, because he knew Mia was as stubborn as they came.“And what about, uh, Matt?”
Fuck, it was harder than he thought to call people by their first names.
“I would be a dick if I told you how to respond to a situation and not heed my own advice.”
“That’s really big of you, Dante,” Wolfe cracked a smile.
“Yeah, doesn’t mean that I don’t want to take a shovel to his knees.”
“But...”Wolfe prodded after finishing the last swallow of beer.
Dante’s shoulders slumped.“But...I know Mia cares for the idiot, so if I’m going to mend things with Mia I should probably work on being in the same room as Matt without knocking his fucking teeth out.”
“To quote the captain of our team, ‘this will all work out in the wash,’ whatever the hell that means.”
Wash or not, Wolfe began formulating a plan to bring together his teammates.He wasn’t controlling the situation; he was simply creating the circumstance where they’d be at the same place at the same time.
Not controlling.
Aspen would be proud.
If she was talking to him.
One solution at a time.
“I know you’ll figure out things with Aspen, Wolfe.”
“Always do.”
Wolfe tossed his empty bottle in the bin under the sink and gave Dante a handshake/guy embrace, the one they were more comfortable with, before leaving the condo.
He’d figure out how to reunite with Aspen for the sole reason he couldn’t fathom not being part of her world.
***
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, Wolfe was rolling down the road from Dante’s place developing scenarios in which he and Aspen could overcome their differences and move forward together.
He knew they were meant to have a future.Her ability to pull the story about his sister from the deep recesses of his heart after decades of being concealed proved she was theone.
Aspen’s spot-on assessment that he attempted to control everything was certain to be a work in progress in correcting.Wolfe’s willingness to try and let it go showed just how much he needed, he craved, Aspen in his life.
Wolfe’s hands-free device rang through the speakers of his Jag.The caller ID displayed the one number that reverted him to a grief-stricken kid.
“Not today.Not anymore,” Wolfe said with conviction to no one in his SUV before answering.“Dad.”
“Whasss this bullshit about you fixin’ an AC unit?”
Great.Drunk.As usual.
