A lovely slow morning this morning. No one rushed to get up and get ready for church since Sam is off this week and possibly next. We're scattered around the kitchen and great room area reading papers, phones and talking. I am facedown in a cup of coffee that Duncan passed to me ten minutes ago and loving every sip.
Sam comes in and heads for the coffee pot. Everyone greets him warmly as we do when each person arrives to the kitchen each morning.
You get some rest? Gage asks him.
Not really, he says. I got so used to having Bridget there, I couldn't fall asleep without her.
I looked up sharply just in time to see the looks ping-pong around the room between the others.
Lochlan tells him, you'll get unused to it quick. It was only a couple days. He leaves the room.
Oh, yeah, I didn't mean..I mean, she saw me through the storm. She was great. But she isn't mine to keep. His eyes land on me and I smile briefly at him.
PJ swears. I think, Sam, that you should go find Loch and then come back for breakfast.
Yeah. Sam turns and goes and PJ glares at me before Dalton cuts him off at the pass. She doesn't do this. We do it to ourselves.
I know it, Brother.
I can hear you.
That's good. Then maybe you'll mind your actions a little better.
I was invited-
He doesn't know what he's doing!
Sure he does! We've- But I stop, because I know what I'm going to say. We've been close for years. I head outside to join Lochlan.
He and Sam are sitting on the dry step at the top of the patio under the roof, watching the salt in the grey sea dilute from the rain.
There she is.
Sam and I are having honesty hour.
Is it a sharing sort of honesty? Can I stay?
Matt has a new lover.
I figured as much.
And Lochlan isn't very happy with me.
Ah. I figured that too.
But he's willing to share.
I'll take the light over the dark any day.
Sam shakes his hand and gets up. I need to eat before I keel over. Thank you for you candor, Loch, and your generosity.
Loch nods and Sam goes inside.
Now you're giving me away.
Cole was right. You're a pain in the ass.
I was hoping you'd be more possessive.
Serves no purpose. Not like you'll change. Just don't fall in love with him. Because if you fall for him I won't forgive you.
What if I can't help it?
Then we'll be in trouble.
I'm already in trouble.
Or maybe you can just do what you do best. Soothe the worried boys, get whatever it is you think you can't get or won't get from me and then come the fuck home.
