Serves Me Wright (Wright #9) - K.A. Linde Page 0,86

stayed focused on her while she gave her short speech and then announced a special treat—Campbell Abbey would be performing an acoustic set. That won everyone over as they cheered, and Campbell walked out with an acoustic guitar around his neck.

“Outside,” Jordan ordered.

And no one argued as Weston and Julian trailed after him. Jensen and Austin nodded their way and then went back to their table. I wanted to go after them, but Campbell was playing, and clearly, I needed to be taking pictures of this. I wavered to see the three brothers together, wanting to be there for Julian. But I could also see that he needed a minute. Beyond the immediate anger, he had a much bigger family than he’d ever known, and he was going to need to figure it all out. So, I left the boys outside and went back to photographing Campbell. Annie and Sutton slid to my side. Piper and Blaire not far behind them.

“What the hell was all of that?” Annie asked.

I opened and closed my eyes. “That’s Weston.”

She gaped. “Oh shit. I need to go talk to Jordan.”

I grabbed her arm. “I think…we should give them a minute.”

“What am I missing?” Piper asked. “Should that name mean something to us?”

Sutton sighed. “It appears that Owen has another kid, and no one knew about it.”

Piper gasped. Blaire went pale.

“They’re all mad that he didn’t tell them?” Blaire asked softly.

“That he lied about it. Plus, it’s three kids, not just one.”

“What?” Sutton breathed.

I explained about the PI and the three kids. It’d all be out in the open soon enough. No reason to hide it any longer. They all looked shaken and horrified by this news.

“Fuck,” Annie said. Her eyes went to the door, tracking her boyfriend.

I went back to work, shooting the rest of the party and trying not to think about the people who were still absent from the room. Julian and Jordan never walked back in through the front door.

I opted for a break and headed into the backstage after Campbell finished his short set. I startled when I saw Jordan and Julian were back there, seated around a circular table, with a half-empty bottle of bourbon between them.

Campbell laughed when he saw them. “Hey, pour me a glass.”

Jordan tipped the bottle to his lips and took a swig, passing it to Julian, who did the same.

Campbell shook his head. “One of those nights, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Jordan muttered.

Campbell laughed, unaware of what had happened, and headed into the dressing room.

I took a breath and then sank into a seat next to them. “Hey, how are you holding up?”

Julian held the bottle up to me in cheers. “Today can fuck right off.”

“I’m sorry about your dad. What happened with Weston?”

“He felt terrible and apologized a dozen times for barging in,” Jordan said. “He didn’t know about the party.”

“How’d he even know to come to the winery?”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “That damn interview Julian did for the opening.”

“Hey, you all thought it was a good idea at the time,” he slurred slightly.

How much of that bourbon had he already had?

“Hindsight,” Jordan grumbled. “Anyway, when he looked us up, that comes up on the Google search, and it said we were open tonight. We hadn’t posted that we were closed for a private event. We’d just canceled tours and such.”

“Wow,” I whispered. “I can’t believe he’s really your brother. You looked all over for him online.”

“Yeah, he’s not on social media,” Jordan said. “He said that the musician work he does is backing band for tours. So, it’s not like he’s…Campbell.”

“I didn’t know people could be offline,” Jennifer said.

“Apparently,” Jordan said, reaching for the bottle. “And apparently our dad can have a son that no one knows about.”

“And a twin and another sister,” Julian said, dropping his head back. “Our dad is a real son of a bitch.”

“Yeah,” Jordan said with a sigh. “He really is.”

“So, what’s the plan? What are you going to do?”

Julian shrugged. “We have to tell Mom.”

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“And we’re meeting Weston for breakfast tomorrow to talk,” Jordan added.

“Really? Do you want to get to know them?”

“That’s what we need to figure out.” Julian downed the rest of the bottle in long gulps.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jordan said, snatching the bottle back. “You don’t have my tolerance, little bro.”

Julian dipped his head back and flipped him off. “I’ve had a night. I can indulge.”

Jordan shot me a pained look. This was hitting Julian way harder than Jordan. Even though