Page 99 of No Apologies
Chapter Eighteen
“Get your ass in the truck.”
Colt had only just calmed down enough to hear something other than the blood rushing in his ears. He turned at the sound of his brother’s voice and when he saw the look on the face that so closely resembled his own, he cringed. He shut the door of the fridge and crossed his arms over his chest even though it still hurt like hell.
“What?”
“You heard me. Get in the truck.”
“Nah, see, I’m not really feelin’ up for a ride down memory lane right now.”
Cash narrowed his eyes, “Get in the truck, Colt.”
“No.”
“So help me, I swore I’d never raise another hand to you after that thing with Jemma but if you don’t get your ass in the truck I’m gonna knock you out and drag your ass out there.”
He wasn’t sure what had gotten into his brother but he rolled his eyes, “Like you could take me.”
“Damnit, I’m serious. I’m done keeping quiet and letting you have your secrets. It’s far past time we had a talk. I’m not about to let you throw away the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“Ah, I see now. You talked to Skylar.”
God, saying her name hurt. Thinking about her hurt. Because he knew that she was hurting too and more than anything he wanted to hold her and tell her that it was okay, that he’d figure out how to be okay with what she’d done. But now he had Cash to deal with and that would have to wait.
“Yeah, I did and she’s really upset.”
“I know.” He admitted.
“That’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“And if I tell you to stay out of it?”
“I’ll remind you that you put yourself right in the middle of me and Jemma. You didn’t let me ruin things with the woman I love and I‘m gonna return the favor.”
“I never said I was in love with Skylar.”
Cash snorted, “Yeah, I figured, and that’s something else we’re gonna talk about. No more lies. I’m sick of it. It’s time to come clean once and for all. Now, get your ass in the truck.”
Colt stared at his twin for a long moment but ultimately decided he couldn’t win this fight. Cash wanted to talk and once his twin got something in his head there was no changing his mind. His brother wanted to talk, fine. He’d give him the truth even if he wasn’t going to like it.
“Fine. Let’s talk.”
“Not here. I said get in the truck.”
He frowned, “Why?”
“Because there’s something I think you need to see.”
He scowled when Cash refused to elaborate but instead of fighting he headed for the door. He was so damn tired of fighting. Cash opened the door and ushered him out before shutting it behind them. Since he refused to even look in the direction of the apartment next door lest his feet automatically take him there, he headed for his truck and climbed in the passenger side, wincing when his ribs protested the movement.
Only once they were both in the truck and on the road did he speak again, “Where we goin?”
“You’ll see.”
Colt blew out a rough breath and decided he might as well broach the subject since it was coming either way, “Link told me you know about the deal I made with him.”
Cash’s jaw tensed, the only outward sign of his anger, “Yeah. The night you were attacked I found out a lot of shit you’d been keeping from me.”
