“She should be here any time,” Nate says, rinsing off his plate. “She sent me a text a little bit ago and asked if he was allergic to strawberries. Does she overthink everything?”

“Yes,” I laugh, tossing an almond in my mouth.

“She’s a good girl, Dom. I just wish that brother of hers would stop being a dick.”

“Graham?” I ask, sitting up.

“Yeah. I asked her about it last night and could tell it really bothers her.”

He keeps talking, but my head is out of the conversation. This issue has been gnawing at me since the night she came here crying. I go back and forth from wanting to slice his fucking throat to telling her to give in and call him—a very un-me kind of thing to do.

I just hate knowing she’s thinking about it when she gazes into the distance or his name comes up in conversation. To know it’s my fault.

“Are you working today?” he asks.

“Nah, they cancelled my schedule today because I was tied up on that job all night last night.”

“Got ya. I’m gonna grab a shower before Chrissy gets here to get Ry.” Nate takes off around the corner and leaves me alone with my thoughts.

My phone is in front of me. I spin it around in a circle, my fingers sliding up and down the smooth glass.

Do I or don’t I? That is the question.

The sound of my foot tapping against the floor starts to bother me so I stand, grab the phone before I can stop myself, and hit call on the number I looked up earlier.

As it rings, I pace. And as a cheery voice answers, “Landry Holdings,” the sound of her name is washed out by the tumble of white noise over my eardrums.

“Is Graham Landry in?” I ask.

“He is. May I ask who is calling, please?”

“Dominic Hughes.”

“One moment, please.”

I look at the screen. How I’ve only been on here for forty-two seconds is beyond me. It feels like an eternity already.

“This is Graham.” His voice is curt, cool, just as I expected it to be.

“This is Dominic,” I say, “but your secretary probably told you that.”

“She did. She’s efficient. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“Look, you don’t know me and I don’t know you. I’m sure we’ve both drawn conclusions based on what little information we have about the other. But that doesn’t seem fair.”

“I don’t know,” he contends. “I’m pretty safe in my assumptions.”

“I bet you are. I’m also pretty safe in mine.”

“And what would those tell you, Dominic?”

“That you care about your sister as much as I would care about mine, if I had one. But you took a well-placed concern and ran with it in the wrong direction and now your sister won’t talk to you.”

“How is that any of your business?”

“If she’s hurt, it’s my business.”

The line trembles with the banter, each of us flexing our proverbial muscle through the line. I hear him breathing. I’m sure he can hear mine as I await his reply.

“What do you want from her, Dominic?” he sighs. “Can you just wrap up whatever game you have going on and do it with someone else?”

“Yeah, I could. If that’s what it was.”

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with her,” he scoffs. “I don’t want to hear that.”

“You don’t have to hear that. You didn’t have to take my call either, but you did. That tells me no matter how much of an asshole you are, how much you posture up right now, you know—you know this thing between your sister and I isn’t just going to go away. And while that probably scares the fuck out of you, it shouldn’t.”

“You’re right,” he says, the sound of a chair squeaking in the background. “It does. I don’t know what your intentions are. The reports I’m getting aren’t stellar, if you know what I mean.”

“That surprises me.”

“That people are balking a little at you?”

“Oh, no,” I laugh, “not that. I’m used to that. Lived it my whole life and I’d probably be a little disappointed if anyone just gave me a gold star. What surprises me is a man of your caliber putting that much stock in other people’s opinions. I know you didn’t get to where you are today—sitting in that big corner office overlooking downtown Savannah—by listening to everyone else.”

The chair squeaks again. “Maybe I underestimated you.”

“I guarantee you did. But just so we’re on the same page going forward, because there will be a forward, I don’t want her money. I don’t want her things. I would destroy anyone that hurts her, including Nolan if I ever see that piece of shit again. I want nothing from Cam, only that she’s happy. Right now she’s not … and that’s your fault.”

He sighs, blowing out a breath.

“Call her,” I demand. “You can hate me all you want; I really don’t give a fuck. But she’s your sister and she needs you as much as she needs me. Fix this. Soon.”

I’m taken aback when he laughs. “You are not what I expected.”

“Imagine that.”

“I have a call coming in that I have to take, but this has been an eye-opening experience. Thanks for the call.”

“No problem.”

I slide the phone back on the table just as the doorbell rings. Taking the few steps from the table to the door, I can hear Ryder jabbering before I even get it open.

“Dom!” he shouts, giving me a high-five as he races by me. “Where’s Daddy?”

“The shower,” I laugh, watching him fly down the hallway. It’s then that I set my sights on her. “How are you?”

She doesn’t answer with words, just a long, leisurely kiss.

“That good, huh?” I say against her lips.

She giggles, pulling back. “I missed you last night.”

“I spent the night with two seventy-year-olds reminding me how much they were sweating every six-point-two seconds,” I groan. “It was not fun.”

“It sounds horrible.”

“So what are you doing today?” I ask, shutting the door.

She wrinkles her nose. “I have the charity event at Picante. Remember?”

“That’s right,” I say, although I didn’t remember it was tonight specifically. “Are you excited?”

“I’d be more excited if you would come with me.”

“I do make things fun.” Hearing her laugh behind me, I head into the kitchen. “How was Ryder last night?”

“Fun,” she says like it amazes her. “We colored pictures of lizards and it’s safe to say I still have my coloring skills.”

“Never know when you’ll need those,” I wink.

Her cheeks blush as she looks down. “I’ve been thinking about getting with Mom and seeing about putting something together for small business owners. Something that would help them spruce up their storefronts or something. I think it would be fun and could really help people out.”

“Really?”

She nods, still not looking at me. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

I lift her chin with my fingertip. “I think whatever you want to do is a good idea. And, yes, I think you need to do something that makes you happy. Besides me.”

“You make me happy.”

“I hope so.”

Our lips touch, sweetly at first, but as her hands scoot under the hem of my shirt and roam the ridges of my back, her lips part. I deepen the kiss, craving the taste of her.

Lifting her, I sit her on the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist. “If you won’t go with me tonight, will you at least stay with me after?”

“I want to say no just to get you going,” I say, kissing up the side of her neck, “but I can’t even pretend I don’t want you.”

“Is that a yes?” she moans.

“Uncle Dom,” Ryder says, coming from nowhere. “Are you kissing Cam?”

My head drops to Cam’s shoulder as I move my hips so he doesn’t see the outline of my cock in my shorts.

Cam giggles. “Ryder, if you were a superhero, you would totally be the invisible one.”

“We’re gonna put a bell on ya, kid,” I mutter.

Camilla swats at my shoulder as she jumps off the counter. “I need to go anyway. I have to run by the Farm and pick up my dress for tonight. They delivered it there rather than to my house for whatever reason.” She looks at me and cocks a brow. “Was that a yes?”

“You know it was.”

Blowing me a kiss, she heads to the door. “I’ll see you boys later. Behave.”

The door closes and Ryder looks at me. “She’s the best.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “She is, isn’t she?”