Page 27 of Floodgates

“Why is this my fault?”

“Who is he?” April was dying.

“Tracy, who does he play?” Courtney demanded, her focus back on me. “C’mon!”

I had to think. “Bradley Harrison?” Was that right? “Harrodsburg? No, Harrington?”

Shit.

“You’re thinking of the wrong show,” Matt apprised me.

“I am?”

He nodded.

“What one was that?”

“That was the one on CBS where he was an FBI agent.”

“Oh that’s right,” I agreed, remembering. “Well, it’s not like he’s been on the new show that long.”

“Three years isn’t long?” Matt arched an eyebrow at me.

“Really? God, where have I been?”

“Tracy!” Courtney yelled at me.

“He plays Marco Dahlia,” Matt told them, putting them out of their misery.

They both looked stunned, staring at him wide-eyed.

“Oh yes, that’s the one.” Matt snickered, grinning wickedly.

“Marco Dahlia?” April asked breathlessly.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“Are you kidding me?”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at both of them. “No, I’m not kidding; he’s my brother.”

“Evan Brandt is your brother?”

“He is,” I assured both women.

“So gorgeous,” April said adamantly. “So beautiful. Ohmygod, when is he going to visit?’

“Where does he live?” Courtney asked me urgently.

“In New York,” I informed them. “In Manhattan. He loves it there, and I love going to see him. I got to go last year with my dad and my boy—” No, I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore. “But my brother the agent couldn’t go.”

“New York at Christmas,” April sighed. “Was it awesome?”

“It was amazing.”

“Does Evan ever come here?” Courtney pried. “Like, ever?”

I glanced over at Ira, and he threw up his hands in defeat.