“You are so angry.”

I snorted and turned away to watch out the window. “I’m angry? Are you kidding me? Of course I’m angry—”

“She’s married,” Logan spoke up, and we both looked at him. His mouth was pressed in a flat line and he was glaring at our dad.

“What did you say?” James’ voice grew quiet.

He said again, “She’s married, Dad. We looked her up. Her husband is the football coach at Academy.”

He didn’t react. I was waiting for something, surprise, shame, or even guilt, but nothing flashed in his eyes. He didn’t move one damn bit. I shook my head and a disgusted sound came from me. He looked to me now, growing cautious as he did. I said, “You knew and you don’t give a shit, do you?”

“Mason—”

“Don’t start,” I cut him off. “Don’t even f**king start. She’s a married woman.”

“She’s unhappy in her marriage.”

I scoffed, shutting him up again. “I’m sure she is because she’s cheating on him. What if she didn’t cheat? Maybe she’d be happy? Why her? Pick another one. Pick someone who’s not f**king married. Don’t screw up another family.”

“He didn’t pick her.” Logan’s soft voice got our attention again.

“What?” James asked.

His voice grew louder. “She picked you, didn’t she?”

“What are you talking about?”

Logan looked at me. “I was at his office a long time ago, and she was there. They had lunch together or that’s what he said. He said it ran long. Dad was supposed to give me a ride somewhere, but he spent the whole afternoon somewhere else. His secretary had to call and remind him that I was there. She was with him when he got off the elevator.” He paused and then added, “And I saw her another time before that. She was at the gym. I was there with Dad, but he didn’t notice her then. She noticed him. When we went into the weight room, she followed us around.” He gestured to James. “He didn’t notice her at all. I think he had another girlfriend at that time.”

His words triggered a memory of the first time I met her. She had stared at me from the car when they left, after I caught them in the front entrance. I shook my head. My gut had been right. This one was going to be a problem. “I had no idea it’d been going on that long.” I looked at our dad again. “How long?”

He flushed. “It is none of your business.”

“She’s in our house too. That makes it our business.”

He shook his head. His anger rose and he lifted a hand over the seat to point at me. “Let’s get one thing straight, Mason. You will stop with this rebellious shit you’re pulling. You will stop being disrespectful to me. You will begin to cooperate with me, and you will set a better example for your brother.” Then he pointed to Logan, who started laughing. James turned to him and snapped, “Shut up. I won’t hear any more smartass comments from either of you. You will grow up and you will put on fake smiles when we get there.”

“Are you kidding me?” My mouth dropped open. “She’s still there?”

He was becoming more hostile. He clipped out icily, “Mason, you and I will have a private conversation later, but right now you will act like loving and respectful sons. She is waiting for us.”

“At the house?”

He turned to Logan. “What?”

Logan gestured out the window. “We’re not going home. Where are we going?”

I shook my head and said, “Unbelievable. You’re taking us to eat somewhere?” I glanced at Logan. “He doesn’t trust us in private at the house and he thinks we’ll act appropriately in public.”

Logan grinned. “It’s like he doesn’t know us at all.”

I grunted. This was all becoming ridiculous. I hadn’t said two words to this woman, but I was already beginning to hate her. “Do you love her?”

James grew still at my question.

I saw the answer in his eyes. “You do. Shit. You love her.” He was standing up for her. He was reprimanding his children for her. He was still going through with this meeting. My gut twisted as I realized that this was the love he should’ve had for our mom. “Are you kidding me?”

Logan looked over. “What?”

James was watching me. He saw that I saw it and he grew guarded. A warning note flashed in his gaze. He shook his head at me, telling me not to share that detail with Logan. I scoffed. Logan was going to know. Logan knew everything anyway. Then the car was pulling over and Logan asked again, “Mason? What? What’s he kidding about?”

The car stopped then and James pointed to the door. “Go inside, Logan.”

“But—”

“Now.”

Logan glanced at me. I nodded, giving my approval. He went, but he waited outside the door of the restaurant.

“You love her.” I said it. I hated saying it. “You love her how you should’ve loved Mom. Don’t you?”

He wasn’t even ashamed of it either. James glanced at Logan before looking back at me. “You won’t say a word about this to Logan. Do you understand?”

“Why? You’re going to ask her to move in, aren’t you? That’s what this is all about.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. She’s not going to move in yet, but yes, eventually. She’s not quite ready to leave her husband yet.”