Eleven

"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain." — William Shakespeare

Callie

It was the weekend, and Brandon had asked if I wanted to come to the bar again during his shift tonight. I accepted, mainly because I kind of wanted to grill him on why he wanted to keep his brother a secret from me. We barely know each other, I know, but it still bugged me that he didn't even give me a simple introduction. He was our waiter for gods sake.

Roman was definitely intimidating and beyond rude sometimes, but deep down I sensed kindness in the man. He was just an expert at keeping it hidden so that he could continue this facade. Maybe I could even get Brandon to tell me what he does to get such bruised knuckles and occasional black eyes. I was a bit scared to know the answer, but my curiosity gnawed at me.