“She’s overused that threat,” Connor tells us.
I peek underneath a towel, a spinach quiche steaming. “I may not own a fucking watch,” I say, “but I do know it’s nighttime and I’m pretty sure none of us are nursing a fucking hangover. So what’s with the…” I tilt a bowl towards me. “Grits?”
“Daisy wanted breakfast for dinner,” Lo explains. “So we’re cooking.”
I look around the kitchen, the living room just as quiet. “Yeah? Where are the fucking girls anyway?”
“Daisy’s in the garage. Rose and Lily are in the bathroom,” Connor says casually.
“Why the fuck are they in the bathroom together?”
Lo shakes his head at me. “I tried to ask and Rose rebutted with female menstruation. And then she slammed the door in my face.”
Connor says, “I was smart enough not to question it.” He leans against the cupboards, wearing black slacks and a white button-down. He looks like how much he’s worth—over a billion fucking dollars from inheriting his mother’s Fortune 500 Company.
“You too much of a princess to help Lo?” I ask, stealing a slice of apple from a fruit tray.
“I offered to break the eggs, but Lo said I should beat them into submission,” Connor tells me.
Now I do roll my eyes.
“Might as well put your best skill to use,” Lo says, passing the bowl of eggs and whisk to Connor.
I go to the fridge and grab a jug of orange juice, and when I turn back, I catch Lo whispering quietly to Connor. They shut up when they see me watching.
“What?” I ask, unscrewing the cap to the juice. It’s not the first time they’ve gossiped like fucking girls. We all selectively choose who to share information with.
“We were talking,” Lo says, motioning from his chest to Connor.
Connor innocently beats the eggs.
“You were talking?” I repeat, staring between them. “Well fuck me then. I didn’t know either of you could talk.”
Lo ignores my sarcasm and cocks his head. “We just think it’s weird.”
I glare. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Lo. I can’t grasp what you’re saying with two words.”
“Sorry,” Lo says dryly. “I forgot you aren’t Connor.”
Connor smiles.
“Why compliment his intelligence?” I ask my brother. “Isn’t it enough that everyone has to stare at his framed Mensa certificate in the living room?” It’s also next to his wife’s. Both of them are annoyingly intelligent.
Connor interjects, “I don’t need validation that I’m smarter than all of you. I know it’s true.”
“Then why hang the certificate?” I ask.
He shrugs. “It matched the walls.”
I shake my head. “It’s a fucking miracle that I haven’t punched you yet, Cobalt.”
“Back to the situation,” Lo says, eyes locked on me.
I grab a glass from the cabinet. Fuck, he can’t know, can he? My heart starts pounding. How would he find out that I’m sleeping in Daisy’s bed? He wouldn’t. I’m being fucking paranoid. This is information that I never want to share with him. “What is it?” I pour orange juice and listen.
“We think it’s weird that you haven’t brought a girl around in a long time.”
I frown. That’s what this is about? “So?”
Lo shifts his weight, confusion blanketing him. “So…you used to date someone new every week.”
“You know,” I tell my brother, “there are reasons why I don’t fucking live with all of you anymore.” I hold up a finger. “One, I like my privacy, and that means not showing off the couple of women I date every month.” I raise another finger. “Two, you all like to blow shit out of proportion. And three…” I lower my first two fingers and hold up my middle one.
And then I turn my back to them and cap the orange juice slowly.
I’m lying to my brother right now.
It feels like I’m walking over burning coals. I hate lying to him, and I’ve done it before. Each time never gets easier. I can see the thick fog I’ve created, the one that clouds my relationship with Lo. But I’m not my father, hurting his sons to protect his own reputation.
I lie to protect Daisy.
To protect Lo.
I lie because it’s going to hurt less than the truth. And when the truth does come out, I want to make sure that Lo is strong enough to bear it. Right now, he’s not even fucking close.