Page 89 of A Lick and A Promise
And it was time to get things straight.
Then move on.
However that was going to occur.
TEN
CONTINENTAL FLAIR
“It’s relentless, and I don’t know what I did,” I said to sum up the hour-long history I’d just shared with Knox about me and my sister.
“She has damage, baby, that’s certain. And your folks are full of love, so I don’t get it. Also haven’t noticed you doing anything but being you around her, so I can’t make a call about what that damage is.”
“She and Dad can get into it. Mom mostly gives in when Dream’s up to something. But honestly, it seems her biggest problem is me.”
He smoothed a hand up my back and started playing with my hair at the same time pulling me closer as he murmured, “Wish I had answers for you.”
“I wish there were answers, but I’m not sure there are.” I cuddled even closer. “Still, it’s nice you listen.”
“Anytime.”
I believed that, and I loved it that I could.
But now that I’d laid my heavy on him, and he shouldered the load, it was time to let him know I could shoulder his too.
“You mentioned your brothers…”
I let that trail off when I felt his frame get tight.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I hurried to say. “I just want you to know you can tell me.”
He might have reacted poorly to me bringing it up, but he didn’t beat around the bush in giving it to me.
However, I wasn’t a fan of the way he started it.
“We’re happening so I might as well come clean.”
Come clean?
“My brothers, both older, sold pot to the weedheads, and uppers to the overachievers so they could pull all-nighters. In other words, they started dealing in high school.”
This was not even close to what I expected him to say.
Sibling rivalry.
Yes.
Some form of overall, but relatable, family dysfunction.
Yes.
Both his brothers being drug dealers?
In high school?
No.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
