On the Shore (Cottonwood Cove, #3)(66)

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“If you like grumpy, guarded people, it is. I happen to be a fan.” She smirked. “For real, though, is it hard to hear that your father is gone?”

“I think if I’d had any intent on finding him as an adult, it probably would be. But I made peace with the fact that I didn’t have a father years ago. But I’m not going to lie—it’s hard to hear that I have two siblings I’ve never met.”

“Maybe this is just how it was supposed to happen. After your father was gone,” she said as I pulled into the garage. His bike wasn’t out front. “Do you think he’ll even show up?”

“I don’t know. I mean, he came here to deliver a letter to me, and he seems like the kind of guy who follows through with his plans. Plus, we lightened up these last few hours. I think he’ll show up.”

“I think he will, too.”

“And he’s clearly got skills being a professional boxer at such a young age.”

“Your father obviously had athletic genes. He has two sons that are professional athletes. One being the GOAT,” she said. I pushed out of the car and grabbed the food before walking around to open her door.

“I’m sure seeing your parent drop to the ground in front of you during a fight has got to do some damage, huh?”

“I imagine it would be pretty traumatic.”

We both turned as we heard the rumble of an engine coming down the street. He drove up the driveway and turned off his bike before pulling off his helmet and placing it on the seat. He walked toward us with his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“This is your house?” he asked as he followed us inside.

“No. It’s my agent’s house.”

We ate dinner, and the conversation felt more relaxed. Brinkley opened a bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass. It definitely took the edge off. Romeo’s phone rang several times, and he glanced down before looking back up at me.

“Listen, this is Tia. She wants to FaceTime and say hello. Are you cool with that? If not, she’ll never stop calling.”

I dropped the last rib bone onto my plate and reached for my napkin, nodding slowly as Brinkley shot me a look. We communicated well without needing to speak lately. This was a familiar look—one she’d graced me with often.

Be nice, Asshole.

“Yeah. Answer the damn phone.” I chuckled.

He held the phone in front of his face. “For fuck’s sake, Tia. You’re relentless.”

“I got your text that you found him. What is he like?”

“Well, seeing as he’s sitting here listening, it would be hard to talk shit about him. But his girlfriend is cool as hell.” He winked at Brinkley, and I rolled my eyes.

Like I said, the dude was a cool cat.

“So, tell me about him and his girlfriend,” Tia whisper-shouted, as if we all couldn’t hear her. I barked out a laugh.

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” Romeo said, flipping his phone so the camera was facing me and Brinkley. “This is Lincoln. He’s a bit of a dickhead, but he’s growing on me. And this is his better half, Brinkley Reynolds.”

“He’s dating the reporter?”

“Them dating is still a secret, and they trusted me with that info, so don’t make them think I’m a traitor, all right? And you know` they can hear you, right? You’re on FaceTime,” he said, and there was a lightness about him when he spoke to his sister. He passed me his phone so that Brinkley and I could see her.

“Oh, hey, guys. Sorry about that. I’m just excited. And of course, mum’s the word on the secret romance. Who would I even tell?” She shrugged. She looked like Romeo, but she had green eyes that appeared to be very similar to mine. My mother’s eyes were blue, and she’d always told me I had the same gaze as my father.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Tia,” Brinkley said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I see this brother is not a big talker either. I have to pull teeth to get Romeo to talk most of the time. It must be genetic. Thank God I have Mom’s genes.” She tucked her dark hair behind her ear.

“It’s nice to meet you. It’s just a lot to process,” I said.

“Oh, really?” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “I just lost my father and found out I have a brother that I didn’t know about—that’s a lot to process. You scored. Romeo and I are the best. You’re a lucky bastard.”

Brinkley fell back in her chair in a fit of laughter. “I already like you, Tia.”

“I like you, too. When do I get to meet you guys?”

I let out a long breath. I wasn’t sure where any of this was going, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get to know them better. I’d been ditched, and they’d been lied to, so no one here was at fault.

“I head back to training camp at the end of July. Would you want to come visit before then? Or do you prefer I come there?”

Brinkley’s gaze was so tender when she glanced at me it made my chest squeeze. This was a lot, but I wasn’t going to run from it. I was handling it.

Hell, I was practically embracing it.

I’d already invited Romeo to stay the night.

That was an olive branch I never saw coming.