he couldn’t avoid this forever, he filled his brothers in on what their father had been up to prior to his death and the way he’d handled things.
“Jesus. I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” Xander frowned. “I’m shocked he’d make decisions that could hurt the business knowing he had dementia,” Xander said.
Linc drew in a long breath. “Well, we do know he never wanted to face his diagnosis. And if he thought he was making good choices, he wasn’t worrying about his diminished mental capacity.”
“What does Wallace have to do with it? He’s supposed to be Dad’s good friend.” Dash rose from his seat. “Anyone want another?”
Linc and Xander shook their heads, and Dash headed to pour himself more then returned and sat back down on the couch.
“According to his doctor, who I’ve spoken to, Dad’s behavior isn’t surprising. As for Wallace, I have a PI tracking him down. I want answers.”
His brothers nodded in agreement. They spent the next hour talking, reminiscing, and having a good time, something they didn’t get to do together often enough. Everyone’s schedules kept them busy.
“So I have a question.” Dash looked directly at Linc. “I noticed not only did you show up with Jordan but you had your hands all over her. So to speak. What is up with you two?”
“Now I do need a drink.” Linc stood, walked to the bar, and poured himself another scotch before turning back to his brothers. “We slept together. A couple of times.”
“I knew it.” Xander’s tone was the equivalent of a pat on the back. “You finally gave in.”
“Yeah. I finally gave in. And so did she.”
Dash laughed. “I should have figured out you two would end up together years ago.”
Linc raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think it’s something permanent?” He couldn’t even get her to commit to the word relationship, let alone something long-term.
“Well, if any one of us was going to settle down, excluding Chloe, it’d be you. You’re the stable one. The one who worries about the rest of us more like a parent,” Dash said.
“Because we didn’t have a father who gave a shit,” Xander helpfully added. “Besides, I saw how you looked at Jordan holding Aurora’s baby.”
Linc froze. “What?”
“You were mesmerized by the sight, and I actually thought, he’s next.” Xander grinned, pleased with his observation.
Dash’s head swung back and forth between them, the conversation clearly fascinating for him.
Not so much for Linc and he swallowed hard. Yes, he’d reacted to seeing Jordan with the infant, and he’d been shocked by the heavy feeling in his chest. “I have … complicated feelings about kids.”
Xander raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? Why?”
“You grew up in our house. Heard Mom crying over Dad. Parents can really screw up a kid’s head. Being a father is a lot of responsibility. And I already made sure you three ended up okay,” he said wryly.
Dash shot him a grin. “I did my best to make life hard,” he said.
“Hanging out in bars when you were sixteen so you could sing? Yeah, I worried,” Linc admitted.
They all might be close in age, but Linc was the oldest and had always felt the burden of responsibility his father hadn’t taken on.
Not wanting to continue this discussion, because kids were way ahead of where his head was now, he rose from his seat. “We haven’t even figured out how to be together. Jordan’s so skittish she might as well be running away. So quit talking about babies,” he muttered, and suddenly he was ready for his brothers to go home.
Chapter Ten
Linc arrived at Beck’s place of business and went through the same routine as last time before he was escorted back to talk to him. Although he planned to have the money he owed wired today around the same time as this meeting, Linc wanted one last conversation with the man.
He knocked and walked in, coming face-to-face with his one-time friend. “Beck.”
“I was just notified you wired the money.” Beck rose from his seat behind the desk. “Guess we’re in business.”
Linc inclined his head. “Apparently we are. But you didn’t succeed in grabbing a part of my company. Despite using an older man’s weakness to try and do it.” Linc wouldn’t come out and admit to his father’s illness, but Beck had to have realized something wasn’t right when Kenneth Kingston had put up a piece of the family company as collateral in the deal.
Beck shrugged. “You win some, you lose some. But for