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She’s right. It is the truth.
But as much as I believe that I might have feelings for him, I… I don’t know how to tell him. I don’t know how to convince him to be mine.
I loved him when we had sex. But there’s so much more to love, so much more when it comes to being in a relationship.
I don’t even know if he wants the same as I do.
Chapter Thirty-seven
Daniel
“Good morning, dear brother,” Andrew yells as I walk through the door into his coffee shop. I shake my head, a small grin on my face.
The second I sit down at a table; he comes walking over. “How can I help you, noble customer?” he teases.
I scoff. “Sorry. Life has been busy. I barely had time for myself. Coming over for breakfast wasn’t exactly an option these past few weeks.”
My brother laughs. “I know, life gets pretty busy for you sometimes. How’s…workgoing?”
A quick glance around the coffee shop tells me it’s nearly empty. “I almost got killed, but hey, my life is pretty enjoyable.”
Andrew’s mouth falls open. “You almost gotwhat? Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Didn’t think it was that important, you know. Shit happens.”
He shakes his head. “This family is unbelievable. Nobody tells meanything.”
A grin tugs at my lips—a rare thing these days. It’s been five days since Hayden gave me the information about Eduardo, and we’ve had our guys tailing his friends ever since.
They noticed nothing valuable yet, but we’re patient. We need someone with valuable information. We can’t just pick anyone and call it a good plan.
Because it’d be the worst plan to ever fucking exist.
“Isn’t the whole point of you working here instead of with the family that youdon’tknow everything that’s going on?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Daniel, seriously. Why did nobody tell me? You’re my brother, for fuck’s sake.”
“Because they…” My voice drops lower, my eyes quietly gazing through the room once more. “They killed the man already. We’re on it. No worries.”
Andrew sighs. “Sounds like shit is going down.”
“You don’t wanna know,” I say with a frustrated laugh.
Andrew grins. “Should I get you something?”
“A coffee would be great,” I grin. “I definitely need it.”
He nods and leaves me alone with my thoughts. I glance out the window at the mostly empty street.
Andrew’s shop is in a quieter part of Chicago, but there’s always a trickle of customers. After all, Ravenswood isn’t that unpopulated.
Still, without our money laundering, he wouldn’t be able to afford this place. The rent in this city is brutal.
When he comes back and puts my coffee in front of me, he surprises me by sitting across from me. He usually doesn’t do that.
“Something else on your mind?” he asks, watching me too closely.
How the fuck does he always know?
