He hoped what they discovered today didn’t cause a setback or a family rift.
“Hello, Justine, Bryce.” Maxie walked out from the hallway where the bedrooms were and came up beside him.
She’d changed into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and had washed her face and tied her hair back in a ponytail. There were no signs of the disheveled woman he’d kissed so thoroughly.
“Maxie?” his mother said, obviously stunned. “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking from her daughter-in-law back to Lucas.
“She lives downstairs. It’s obvious she’s here visiting,” Bryce said.
“But she’s coming from the bedrooms.” His mother’s forehead creased in confusion.
“Or the restroom. For God’s sake, Justine, stop looking for trouble or creating drama.”
“Mom, Dad—” Lucas began.
But Maxie stepped forward, taking control, and as he’d promised just a short while ago, he had no choice but to let her.
“The bank foreclosed on my apartment, and I had nowhere to go. Lucas was gracious enough to let me stay here until I get back on my feet,” she explained, glancing at Lucas from beneath her thick lashes.
His mother’s eyes opened wide. “But… but… I’m sure Keith had life insurance. He wouldn’t leave you with nothing—”
“Mom,” Lucas said, more forcefully than he’d have liked. “I tried to explain things about Keith to you a while ago, but you didn’t want to hear.” He drew a deep breath and dove in. “Keith lost everything. He died in debt. Maxie found out after he passed away, and she didn’t know about the apartment until it was already foreclosed on.”
“But… but…”
“Justine, come sit down,” Maxie said, shooting Lucas a pained look.
Which left him to handle his father, whose expression went from stoic to crumbling, his posture suddenly hunched over. “Dad, let’s go get a drink.” Lucas led him to the kitchen while the women settled in the family room.
He poured two shots of whiskey and handed one to his father before downing one himself. “Dad, I’m sorry.”
“About your brother? I am too. You’re right. I didn’t want to hear it. I still don’t, but I can’t ignore the fact that he left his wife destitute,” he said, his voice rising.
“Here. Have another drink.” He poured his father a final shot.
His father accepted it with shaking hands. “But as for Maxie, you can’t mean to live here with her, Lucas. You just can’t.”
And here it comes, Lucas thought.
“She has nowhere to go, and I’m not throwing her out on the street.”
“She can come live with us.”
“She has a job in Manhattan. It’s easier for her to live in the city than to commute from as far out on the island as you are. Besides, Dad, she barely wants to be here. She hates leaning on anyone. She’s not going to want to burden you or Mom.” Not that Lucas would let her leave here. “She’s settled and it’s fine.”
“Of course it’s fine for you. You’ve always been in love with her, but she’s your brother’s wife.”
“Widow, Dad. And Keith did not do right by her. At all. I’m not saying there’s anything happening between us, but if something ever did, it’s none of your business.”
“Whatever he did, Keith was still your brother, and you owe him some respect. That’s his wife,” his father said again.
Lucas leaned against the granite counter, his hands clenched in frustration at his sides. “Someday, I will explain to you exactly who your son was, and you’ll listen and understand. Or maybe you’ll choose to go on seeing him as he never was. A saint who could do no wrong. But if you do that, you’ll lose me too. Because I can’t live my life in denial like you are.”
The words came out strong, but they hurt, and Lucas feared his father wouldn’t listen.
“Justine!” Bryce called out, his face red with anger. He pushed past Lucas and stormed out. “Let’s go!” he yelled for his wife.
A white haze of disbelief settled over Lucas as Bryce didn’t even struggle to accept what his other son had told him. Grief, Lucas tried to remind himself. Bryce was grieving, and he couldn’t cope with the facts. But the sad truth was, he hadn’t seen who Keith had been even when he was alive. Not as a child and not as a man.