maybe,â Kyle said. âBut damn, brother, seems like youâve had a drought the past year or so. Unless youâve been keeping someone secret.â
Liam nearly choked on his next drink of beer. Aubrey might be a secret, but he couldnât call her a girlfriend. And if she was to be believed about their thing being over, she wasnât even a secret anymore. She wasnât anything except the attorney administering their brotherâs trust and handling this stupid zoning appeal for the property.
And why hadnât she been one of his girlfriends? She met every single one of his requirements and then some.
Duh, because she lived in Ribbon Ridge, and he lived in Denver. It was hard to have a relationship, even the casual ones he preferred, long-distance. A voice deep in his head said it was the and then some that was the problem. Aubrey was unlike any woman heâd ever known. Aside from being crazy attracted to her, he liked spending time with her. And that wasnât good for a guy who preferred to keep things unfettered. He liked to be in total control, and sharing your life with someone meant sharing control. Pass.
Kyle pulled a stool out from the bar and sat down. âLooking back, it seems like you went dormant after Alex died. You never talk about him, about what happened. You okay?â
He flashed Kyle a smug smile. âKing of the world, man.â Liam knew Kyle was genuinely asking about him, but he didnât want to go there right now. If he ever did. Instead, he defaulted to flipping him shit, which was their norm. Theyâd been particularly competitive in their youth, with sports and girls and popularity. Kyle had struggled academically, washing out of college in the first year and then going on to culinary school, where heâd found his niche. Heâd become a rock-star chef until his gambling addiction had completely derailed him and driven him to Florida for several years.
Liam had felt like heâd won, but that was stupid. And looking at Kyle now, it seemed that he was the winnerâhappily engaged with a five-star restaurant set to open. Provided Aubrey could make this zoning problem go away.
Damn, Alexâs entire projectâhis dreamâhung in the balance because of some asshole who didnât want a commercial property adjoining his acreage. An acreage on which Liam was pretty sure sat an empty shed, a creek, and not much else. âWhoâs behind the appeal again? I forgot.â
If heâd ever known. Heâd kept himself out of pretty much everything to do with The Alexâtheyâd even named the hotel after their brother, a decision Liam had also had nothing to do with. Just what they needed, another reminder of the brother whoâd cut a hole in each of them by selfishly ending his life.
âRuss Parker,â Kyle said. âDo you know the story there?â
Holy fuck. Liam wouldâve remembered that name. And yes, he goddamn well knew the story, but he sure as hell wouldnât say so to Kyle or anyone else in his meddling family. Wait . . . If Kyle knew the story, he wouldâve called Liam months ago and yelled at him to fix it. So whatever story Kyle was referencing couldnât be what Liam knew . . .
âWhat?â Liam asked cautiously.
âParker used to date Mom in college. She dumped him to go out with Dad. Heâs hated Dad ever since.â
Son of a bitch. Not many things rendered Liam speechless, but for a moment he simply couldnât form words. This was a total clusterfuck. If heâd known about that, he never wouldâve started up with Whitney Parker a couple of years ago. Had she known?
When Liam had heard her fatherâs name a minute ago, heâd assumed she was the reason behind the appeal. Sheâd been pissed when heâd ended things with her eighteen months or so ago. But sheâd run her course. Although sheâd been a long-distance hook-up, Liam had still
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