Free Braydon by Nicole Edwards Page B

And that was the last damn thing Braydon needed.
    Braydon flipped on the television, hoping his brother would get the hint. He wasn’t interested in talking, and he damn sure wasn’t ready to go home.
    Liar.
    “Is someone there with you?” Brendon asked.
    Braydon snagged the remote and muted the television. Two chicks were arguing, which probably sounded like Braydon had company.
    “No. No one’s here,” he assured Brendon. Why he even bothered, he didn’t know.
    Actually, he did. He didn’t want Jessie to think he had someone there, and if she was listening in then that’s exactly what she would think. As much as he wanted to punish Brendon, Braydon didn’t want to hurt Jessie.
    “Fuck,” Brendon said in a rush. “Get home, would ya? Drop the woman at her house and just keep drivin’. You’ll be here within an hour.”
    Braydon didn’t miss the fact that Jessie had probably just heard his brother’s instruction and now she would think Braydon had run off with some chick.
    “I’m not—”
    Brendon’s voice came through the phone, this time even lower than before. “Bray, get your ass back here. Jessie’s worried. Really worried. You can’t keep this shit up forever. And we need to talk.”
    They did need to talk, but Braydon wondered just what Brendon wanted to talk about. Probably not the same thing as what Braydon had in mind.
    Neither of them said anything for several moments. Braydon was just about to tell Brendon that he had things to do when his twin said, “Please tell me you’re gonna drop the woman and come home.” This time, Braydon heard an unfamiliar plea in his brother’s tone. Brendon didn’t usually ask nicely.
    “There is no woman, dammit,” Braydon bit out, tossing his hat on the bar.
    “So you’re comin’ home?” Brendon asked, this time sounding hopeful.
    “Fuck.” Braydon exhaled.
    “I’ll be waitin’ for you,” Brendon finally said, and the phone disconnected.
    Braydon dropped his phone on the counter and then put both hands on his head, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
    Going home had been inevitable. He knew that.
    He just didn’t know why he was choosing today to finally give in.

    JESSIE HELD HER breath the entire time Brendon was on the phone. From the moment she realized that Braydon had answered, she’d been damn near close to passing out. She was almost worried that the lack of oxygen to her brain was becoming a problem. And at first, her belly had actually started to churn with anticipation and hope.
    But the moment she heard Brendon make reference to another woman, her heart had deflated. And now she just felt oddly empty even though she knew it was an unreasonable reaction. Would Braydon really be with another woman without Brendon? He’d never done it before, but then again, he’d never left on his own, either.
    Oh, crap.
    Maybe during his time away, Braydon had ventured down a different path and realized he liked the one-on-one contact and that’s why he’d left. So he could find someone to be with and not have to worry about hurting Brendon. After their argument at Zane and V’s reception, it was clear the two of them had come to an impasse of sorts.
    “Is he coming home?” Jessie asked when Brendon ended the call.
    “Yeah.”
    “Now?”
    “That’s what he said,” Brendon said brusquely, turning away from her.
    Jessie was tempted to stop him, but she didn’t even know how she was supposed to act around Brendon. This was the most time they’d spent together since Braydon up and left right after Zane’s wedding.
    She contemplated for a moment whether she should stay or go. Neither option would be easy, but she had to do something. There was no way she could just stand there and wait for Brendon to talk. She’d probably be waiting for an eternity before that happened. As it was, she was surprised he’d let her into his house, much less held her when she first broke down.
    Trying to pass the time and ignore the awkward