Not as long as the woman he was meant to be with was married to his stepbrother. “Like I said, it’s fine even if I don’t.”
“I’m exhausted. I’ve got to go. I’ll tell Phoenix and Olivia you’ll perform the ceremony. They’ll both be glad to hear it.”
“I’ll do the research tomorrow, right after coffee at Black Gold.”
“Sounds good. I appreciate it.”
Kyle started to hang up, but Riley stopped him. “Kyle?”
“Yeah?”
“Before I go, can I ask you something?”
He sighed. “Does it have to do with Olivia? Because I’m pretty much done with that subject.”
“I just want to know why you invited her and Brandon to join us for coffee. I’ve always wondered. I think everyone has.”
“What can I say? He’s my brother.” There was no escape. And it was his fault things were the way they were. Why shouldn’t Brandon be included? He’d done nothing wrong.
“It can’t be easy to see them so often.”
“Noelle’s the one who makes my life hard,” he joked, hoping to lighten up the conversation.
“Is she still pushing to get back together?”
Kyle thought of her offer to provide him with sex and grimaced. “She still calls me far too often.”
“Maybe she’ll move. She’s been talking about going to New York or some other big city for years.”
“Sometimes I’m tempted to give her the money so we can both be happy. I’m thinking London would be nice.”
Riley chuckled. “Except she’d only come back as soon as her pockets were empty.”
“That’s why I don’t actually do it,” he said. “Have a great night.”
“See you in the morning.”
Kyle disconnected, plugged his phone in to charge and tried, once again, to get some sleep. But he could hear muffled sounds that led him to believe Lourdes was in another heated conversation with Derrick. He didn’t envy her the upset or the arguments—or the doubt and suspicion that were eating her up.
Obviously, love didn’t work for everyone.
Maybe he really was better off alone...
5
“Oh, my gosh! You have Lourdes Bennett staying at the farmhouse?”
Kyle blinked in surprise. He’d just walked into Black Gold Coffee to meet his friends, twelve of whom were crowded around their usual tables in the back corner, when he was confronted by this question. It’d come from Callie Vanetta-Pendleton, the woman he’d suggested Lourdes stay with, but he didn’t look at Callie. He shifted his gaze to Riley. “You told them? What happened to ‘don’t tell anyone—she’s trying to keep a low profile’? And ‘this is Riley, the friend I can trust with my life’?”
Riley flinched. “I don’t recall that bit about trusting me with your life.”
Dylan and Cheyenne were there with their one-year-old. So were Addy and Noah and their little girl, Emily, who was slightly older than Dylan and Chey’s boy. Eve had shown up without her husband and baby, since she ran the B and B her parents owned in town, even though they now lived in Placerville. Ted and Sophia, Callie’s husband, Levi, Riley and his fiancée, Phoenix, rounded out the group—along with Brandon and Olivia, of course. As always, Kyle was hyperaware of their presence, as well as whether or not he’d be sitting close to them. He figured, since he couldn’t put Olivia behind him, he’d be conscious of details like that forever. “Maybe not, but that’s what I was thinking.”
A sheepish expression appeared on Riley’s face. “Sorry ’bout that. But if it’d been something important, something more than an interesting development that didn’t affect you much either way, I wouldn’t have breathed a word. And these guys are the only ones I’ve told. You can trust them as much as you can trust me, right?”