Spoiled brat. More than likely Charlotte worked her fingers to the bone then came home and served the little princeling.
“She worked, sometimes two jobs, to take care of me and my brother.”
Lucky shot a silent “shut up” at his nephew. He needed to drop the line of questioning now.
Ty didn’t know when to quit. “Where were your parents?”
Lucky recalled the time he’d sat on a park bench in Florida while Bo cut himself open and bled his horrible childhood all over Lucky. “Tyler, that’s enou—”
Bo never missed a beat. “My mother died in a car wreck, and my father wasn’t very good at being a parent, so my brother and I lived with my aunt.”
He’d said the whole thing without a single flinch. Tonight in bed Lucky would hug the hell out of him.
Ty stared at his plate.
“If you don’t want that, we can save it for later,” Bo said, either unbothered or good at hiding a painful direct hit.
Ty pouted a few moments more, huffed, rolled his eyes, and finally put his fork to use.
***
They lay in bed, Lucky spooned against Bo’s back. “Did it bother you? My nephew asking questions.”
Bo shrugged. “Not much. My counselor’s been teaching me how to detach and tell my story without ripping my guts out.”Like when I told you,remained unsaid.
“He’s been quite the handful since his mother left, hasn’t he?”
Bo snorted. “You should’ve seen me at that age. It says a lot about my aunt’s willpower that she didn’t shoot me.”
Lucky smoothed his hand over Bo’s exposed shoulder and pecs, slowing a moment to comb through his smattering of chest hair. “I still don’t like him asking questions like that.”
“It’s okay.” Bo patted the hand Lucky stroked over his chest. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“What?” Lucky lifted his head from the pillow to stare down at Bo.
“Finding out someone maybe had it worse than him made him think, right? At least he ate.”
“But he shouldn’t be such an asshole to you.”
“To us,” Bo mumbled.
Yeah. Right.
“He’s lashing out. We’re handy targets. He’ll adjust. You’ll see.” Bo sounded so sure.
Lucky didn’t see. But teaching his nephew a lesson in the boxing ring like an SNB rookie might piss his sister off. Or not. “I forgot to thank you.”
“For what?” Bo said on a yawn.
“For putting up with me, my family. For getting Rett to take them to the movies.”
“Well, you’re not comfortable being intimate with them in the house, and lack of sex makes you grouchy, so consider it a public service.”
“I wasn’t grouchy.”
“If you say so.” Bo patted Lucky’s hand again. “You know, sooner or later we need to talk about this hang-up of yours. I get that you don’t want to set bad examples or anything, that it embarrasses—”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Lucky blurted, cheeks heating. “I just don’t think it’s right having sex with kids in the house.”
