Milly style, she doesn’t so much as blink at the bite of the whiskey. I smile. My sister may be the South’s preeminent wedding planner, but she’s a country girl at heart. She can drink even the biggest of us under the table, no problem.
“Thanks.” I swirl the whiskey around in my mouth before swallowing. Hickory chips, hint of cinnamon. “That Appalachian Red?”
“Of course it is,” Hank says, taking the flask from me. “Milly and Nate Kingsley are thick as thieves these days.”
Nate Kingsley owns Asheville’s famous distillery down the road. Our families had a beef in the past—as in a whole feud Kevin Costner may or may not have made a TV series about—but I guess Milly’s spearheading the effort to patch things up now.
“Thick enough that he’s giving you thousand-dollar bottles of whiskey to sip on?”
Milly just shrugs. “Once you taste the good stuff, you can’t go back.”
I watch Hank take a swig, then another. Screwing the cap back onto the flask, he looks at me and says, “I did want to hurt you, Samuel. I wanted you to feel what I’d been feeling since Emma arrived on the farm. It’s fucked up, but it’s how I felt. I never intended to catch feelings for her. I just wanted to help her out at first.”
“But you did intend to kiss her.”
He winces. “I did. Not my proudest moment.” The hand on his ankle balls into a fist. His voice is hoarse when he speaks again. “I regret it. Deeply. I know you’re struggling to forgive me, but trust me when I say I’m struggling harder to forgive myself. I got lost in the moment. I was desperate and sad. On top of that, I’ve been feeling kinda…lost lately. Like I’m bored or something.”
My heart contracts. How did I not see that? Was I too wrapped up in my own shit?
Thinking back, I can see the signs. But I didn’t say anything. I just assumed everything was okay.
No one said anything, and now we’re in a huge fucking mess because of it.
“I’m sorry you’ve felt lost,” I reply. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t looking out for you the way I should’ve been. That’s a huge failure on my part.”
From the corner of my eye, I catch Milly nodding. “I’m sorry too. Hank, why didn’t you say anything?”
Hank shrugs. “I wanted to figure it out on my own. Everyone’s got such full plates around here. Beau got his diagnosis, then Annabel came up to the farm with Maisie, and we all know what happened there. And Milly, you always have your weddings, and Samuel…well. Needless to say, I didn’t want to bother anyone. So I muscled through the best I could. I had no way of knowing it would lead to this.” His eyes are pleading. “If I did, I would’ve done it all differently, Samuel. I swear it.”
“I believe you. I’ll do better going forward.”
“I appreciate that. I will too.”
“Me three,” Milly says with a frown. “Sounds like we all have work to do.”
Hank swallows, an audible sound. “Me most of all. I know I need to move on. From Emma, I mean. But it’s hard when I’m still in love with her.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “You are?”
“I am.” He finally meets my eyes. “I know it’s not what you wanna hear, but it’s the truth. We need to be done lyin’ to each other, Samuel.”
Swallowing, I hold out my hand for the flask. I take another sip, welcoming the fire that trails down my throat. “I agree with that. No more lies. You told your truth, now I’m gonna tell you mine. I love you, brother, more than anything in this world. I want to see you happy. I want to see this family and this resort thrive. We’ve dedicated our lives to each other, and that trust—it’s gotta be real, and it’s gotta mean something. But right now, I don’t trust you. I don’t trust myself around you. And I think the only thing that’s gonna make that better is time.”
“Samuel,” Milly warns.
Hank shoots her a look. “No, it’s okay. I appreciate you being honest. I know I can’t just make this all go away, as much as I want to. That’s not how forgiveness works. But I think we do need to get to a place that allows our family to function.”
“I agree,” Milly says. “We need to keep the business running. But more than that, we need to keep the family safe,