Chapter 39

On Sunday morning, Flynn opened his front door to Drake standing on his porch, holding two styrofoam cups of coffee. Big Brother raised his eyebrows when Flynn hesitated.

"Sorry." He pushed open the screen to let him in. "Everything okay?" Drake hadn't popped over for a visit since...Hell. Since Heather died. Cade's fiancé, Avery, had been able to get him out and about more, but Drake was obviously still clinging to isolation.

Drake handed him one of the cups. "You tell me."

Damn. If his big brother suspected something was wrong, Flynn was screwed. He sighed and jutted his chin toward the kitchen. They walked out onto the back deck and collapsed into Adirondack chairs.

Flynn sipped his coffee and stared out at the yard. A thin riverbed wove through the thick copse of trees, glittering in the sunlight. The scent of pine and damp grass mingled with late spring rain that had fallen last night. The temperature was mild, perfect for a hike with Gabby soon.