“There she is.” My brother strode toward me from the bar as I entered an empty King’s. Every Sunday everyone tried to meet up for brunch at Jameson’s bar to catch up on each other’s lives. It had started between Luella and her brother Jameson, then Evie started coming because I guess she was like a sister to Lu and is now dating Jameson, and then finally Jack came in once he started dating Lu. Because of Jack, I was invited to attend these weekly meet-ups. I didn’t mind them, they were actually a lot of fun. They just weren’t a priority.

The first month after I moved, I came religiously, my stupid heart pumping harder at the thoughts I’d conjured in my head with my stupid imagination. I would picture myself walking into the bar one day and finding Shane sitting there, waiting for me with a smile. He was part of the group, being so close to Jack, but behaved more like an outsider.

Of course, he never showed, and I was too much of a coward to ask if he ever came. Eventually, the brunches became less important and I spent my Sundays in my pajamas. Today though, Jo had a friend coming over and I promised I’d make myself scarce.

“I’m glad you decided to grace us with your presence this week,” Jack said sarcastically.

Luella came up behind him and smacked his arm. “Ignore him.”

“He’s just lonely because he doesn’t have another MacCabe to stick up for him.” Evie chimed in from the table.

Luella rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Anyways. I hope you like pizza. We made enough for an army.”

“I would never turn down pizza. Especially free pizza.”

Before I could sit, Jack held me back by the door. “You have to call Mom and Dad more. They worry.”

Translation? He was tired of getting phone calls asking for updates.

“I call them plenty. They don’t need me to call every five seconds.”

“Jules, you’re the baby of the family. They worry.”

“They let you go off to war and didn’t give you shit when you moved here. So, what’s the difference?”

“Because you were the unexpected surprise they always wanted. Mom and Dad would give you the world, but you know they’re a little old fashioned about men’s and women’s roles.”

I scoffed. “Oh yeah. I know. Like how they want me to stay close so they can take care of me until I find a strong suitable husband to step in. Maybe they can find a goat as a dowry.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m not. I’m doing my best on my own, and it’s frustrating when it feels like everyone around me is hoping I fail.”

Jack’s lips pinched. He tried to be neutral, but he always took on the big brother role. He was the only reason my parents hadn’t had me kidnapped and taken back to Texas. They trusted him to keep an eye on me.

“We’re not pushing you to fail. It’s just hard for them to feel good about you so far away when you don’t even keep in touch and drive a shitty car.”

I dug my finger into his chest. “Betsy is wonderful and I won’t have you talking about her like that.”

“Betsy is a junker waiting to break down.”

“She’s mine and I paid for her. I earned her all on my own. Most parents would be proud of their child’s independence.”

“Most parents can’t afford to buy both of their kids five cars each.”

“Most parents wouldn’t expect their daughter to stay home and be nothing more than a trophy wife.” I took a deep breath to calm the anger rising up inside me. “Besides, I only need one car, and I choose Betsy.”

He heaved a sigh and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, let’s drop it and go sit down.”

“How’s work going in the lab?” Lu asked once we all settled down.

“It’s good. I had a pretty successful gel and we were able to collect some new data from that. Now it’s just on to the western blot test.” I explained my research knowing that she understood all the lingo since she worked in medical research. I ignored the way Evie rolled her eyes as we slipped into ‘nerd-zone’ as she called it.

“Oh, that’s so exciting when something goes right. I swear it takes a thousand tries to move an inch,” Lu said.

“We’ve talked about various ways of extracting the strand of DNA and putting it through individual tests. That is, if the professor leading the lab lets us.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“He’s a misogynistic pig. He’s one of those guys who looks down on women and questions everything we do. It takes ten times longer to do things because he wants us to report back to him on the most intermediate tasks.”

“Ugh. What a douche.”

The door to the bar opened, halting our conversation, and in walked the man I’d given up hope on ever showing up to a Sunday brunch. Too bad it was too late. I was no longer filled with excitement, but with disgust and frustration. Maybe anger. Too bad my body hadn’t gotten the message. My pulse raced and my heart beat harder just seeing Shane’s tall, broad frame fill the door.

“Oh, thank god!” Evie shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. “You saved us from our minds exploding listening to these two geek out. Thank you, Shane. You’re my hero.” She pressed her hands together under her chin and batted her eyelashes.

“Hey, now,” Jameson said.

Evie laughed and leaned in to lay an uncomfortably long kiss on his lips.

“Ah, the elusive Shane finally shows. How many years have we been trying to get you to come?” Jack asked.

“Two, asshole. And I’ve showed up a few times.” He took off his jacket and walked toward the table, doing his best to not look at me, but I caught his eyes flick in my direction at least twice before he finally sat. Right across from me. My lips twitched at how miserable he probably was at the seating arrangement.

“Shane, you remember Juliana.” Jack introduced me, thinking we’d only seen each other twice.

“Vaguely,” Shane said.

Asshole. Such an asshole. “You’re so full of shit,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I saw Shane earlier this week and will continue to see him about twice a week now that I have that position at the station.”

I’d told Jack about the work I’d be doing in the forensic lab when I’d first learned about it. He was happy for me, but it was Luella who sat me down after dinner and asked me all kinds of questions. God, I loved having a sister who understood my love of science.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t realize that you’d be at Shane’s station,” Jack said.

Shane nodded his thanks to Jameson for the beer he brought him, and muttered, “Neither did I,” before taking a long pull.

“Sounds like you’re both thrilled to be so close to each other.” Evie laughed at her own sarcastic comment.

“Well, this is great,” Jack said. “Shane make sure you take care of her. I know how those assholes can be at the station. Bunch of perverts.”

“Speaking of perverts.” Evie clapped her hands and gave me a wink. “How is dating all the men in Cincinnati going?”

“I don’t want to hear about my sister’s love life,” Jack whined.

“Hush. Let the girl talk,” Evie said. “It’s Sunday brunch. Everyone shares.”

Jack leveled a stare at Jameson, probably some guy code to control your woman, but Jameson just wrapped an arm around Evie and drank from his beer. Evie was not one to be controlled.

“Meh. It’s okay.” I shrugged and reached for my glass of wine, spinning it on the table. “I had a date Friday, but it just wasn’t going well.” I took a drink and looked across the table at Shane to find him smirking at me. “But after he left, I stayed for another drink and ended up meeting someone. We have a date tonight.” I held his icy gaze the whole time, his smirk falling to a flat line.

Luella catcalled and Evie said, “You go girl.”

“Jules, do you think it’s smart to be dating so much?”

I turned to my brother and gave him a blank stare. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. Or I’ll have to start bringing up your earlier years, and I’d hate to do that in front of your wife.”

He stared at me, irritated, and drank from his beer rather than respond. But when Shane let a choked laugh slip out, Jack leveled his glare on him. “Don’t even get me started on you, man-whore.”

Luella spoke up—loudly. “Anyhoo . . . Anyone else have anything fascinating to share?”

Evie had a new overseas fashion project that could make her a bigger designer than she already was. Jameson was set to open his new bar next month, expanding King’s to a new area. Jack regaled us with stories about the types of clients that came in and tried to hire his security services. And Luella and I lost ourselves in conversation when she started talking about her project at work.

“So, what about you Shane? Anything new in your life?” Lu asked.

“Any new ladies?” Evie taunted.

Jealousy set fire to my blood. He may not have wanted me, but I didn’t want to sit there and listen to him talk about women he thought were more worthy than me. I stared at him, waiting for his answer. He leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed as one hand casually turned his beer. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, while I sat there, each second tightening my muscles a little more.

Finally, he put me out of my misery.

“Not really. No one to bring home to mom.”

Jack laughed. “You don’t have a mom.”

They both laughed like it was an inside joke, but my chest pinched at the possible reasons why he didn’t have a mom. Had she died? Were they estranged? I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking.

“Even if I did have one.”

“Well, maybe we can keep you roped into coming to these get-togethers, and one day you’ll walk through the door with some lucky lady on your arm.”

I swallowed hard when Shane leveled me with a stare across the table. He lifted his beer for a drink and before it touched his lips, he muttered, “Maybe.”

That one word seemed to have more weight than what it seemed. At least, it weighed on me. I thought about it the rest of brunch and on my drive home, completely distracted. The idea of him walking into the bar with his hand wrapped in someone else’s taunted me.

It wasn’t until I was getting out of my car that I checked my phone and saw a text from Hudson that made me want to throw my phone.

Hudson: You know I still love you right. If you’re worried about being alone here, I just want to reassure you that you were always the one for me. Call me later.

Still loved me? It had been so long and I’d already changed so much. What would he think of me if I told him about my night with Shane, about the things I now craved from a man? Things Hudson had never given me. Would he be so eager to have me then?