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Connie gave him a look that clearly said she thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to work with her.”

He picked up a pen and held it tightly with both hands. Easy for him? Not even close.

“Seeing as how there’s nothing we can do about it,” he said, “I don’t see any reason to let it…to let her…bother us. All we have to do is get through the next two months, then she’ll be gone and it’ll be as if she was never here in the first place.”

Like before.

“What was your mother thinking?” Connie muttered, obviously not willing to take his damned good advice. “How could she do this?”

“You’ll have to ask her.” It was the same thing he’d said to Matt when he’d asked why their mother was blackmailing him to take part in the business.

No way was Aidan explaining that she was now playing Cupid. Hell, knowing that would push Connie right over the edge.

Matt raised his hand and pointed at his watch. “You want me to pick up the girls?” he asked, referring to Connie’s two young daughters.

“No. I’ll go. I need to stop by the bank anyway.” She jabbed a finger at Aidan. “This conversation isn’t over.”

“How about instead of you actually finishing it with me,” Aidan said somberly, “you say your piece to Matt, then he can give me the condensed version. I just don’t see why I should be punished,” he continued, when Connie growled at him. “Since none of this is my fault.”

“You married that…her,” she said. “So don’t try and say this isn’t somehow your fault.”

And with that, the closest friend he had, the woman who’d stuck by his side during his father’s illness and death, and the crumbling of his marriage, turned and left.

“If you don’t relax,” Matt said in his slow, irritating drawl, “you’re going to break that pen. And we all know how you’d hate to get even a speck of ink one of your pristine shirts.”

Aidan glanced down to see his hands were shaking. He carefully set the pen down. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Matt rubbed his fingertips over his cheek thoughtfully, as if just noticing he needed a shave. Aidan wished he’d notice he needed a haircut, too.

“Well, now,” his brother said, “love is a strong word. Although I am enjoying the hell out of seeing you squirm.”

“That’s because you’re an ass,” Aidan said flatly. Brady inclined his head in agreement.

“I’m just glad I’m not the only one whose life Mom is trying to control.” Matt stood and stretched his arms overhead until his back cracked. “Look, it sucks. I know that better than anyone. But at least it’s a temporary situation. One I’m sure you’ll get through without so much as a hair out of place.”

“Right. Unlike you, who was forced to stay. Tell me, does Connie know what a struggle it must be for you to get through each day, how you’re obviously resigned to your fate? Because I was under the impression you were actually happy with the way things turned out.”

“I am.” Shrugging, he grinned. “But just because a man likes his final destination doesn’t mean the trip getting there was painless. I’m sure the survivors of the Titanic would agree.”

“Profound.”

“You want my advice?”

“The day I do is the day they’d better put me in the ground.”

“Don’t fight it—it’s like one of those choke collars. The harder you struggle, the tighter the damn thing gets. Keep your head down and get through each day one minute at a time.”

Then, with a sharp salute, his cocky brother backed out of the room.

“He has a point,” Brady said.

“You don’t say one word up until now and that’s how you break your silence?”

“He’s right about keeping your head down. If you don’t play Mom’s game, you can’t lose. Unless you want to reconcile with Yvonne?”

Studying his brother’s stoic expression, Aidan slid to the edge of his seat. “You know.”

Brady straightened his left leg. “There’s no other reason for Mom to bring your ex-wife here except to try and get you two back together.”

“Guess she’s feeling cocky after her recent victory over Matt.”

“I lucked out. Mom only threatened to kick me off the Diamond Dust,” Brady murmured. “You want me to talk to her?”

Aidan snapped his head up so quickly he about broke his neck. “You’re offering to have a conversation with someone? The man of as few words as possible.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t get my point across.”

True. “I appreciate the sentiment, but don’t bother. It wouldn’t work, anyway. I’ve already spoken with Mom and she’s set on this. And we both know once she’s made up her mind, there’s no changing it.”

It was a stubbornness they all shared. Which didn’t make it less annoying, just easier to recognize.

“Besides,” Aidan continued, “it’s not like I have to go along with Mom’s little scheme.” He didn’t have to fall for Yvonne. Not again. “Yvonne and I ended it a long time ago. Believe me, neither one of is us interested in revisiting our relationship.”

Brady tapped his fingers against his thigh. Opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Aidan raised his eyebrows. “You going to spit out whatever it is you’re chewing on? Or would you rather I guess?”

His brother shifted. “Be careful.”

“Of Yvonne?”

“Of your feelings for her.”

“I don’t have any feelings for her.” Aidan stood, his chair slamming into the bookcases behind him with a sharp crack.

There was one second of blessed silence as Brady smiled. “Yeah. I can see that.”

Tucking his fisted hands behind his back, Aidan drew in a deep breath. “We were married,” he pointed out in what he thought was a rational, dispassionate tone—one that hid the turmoil bubbling inside him, “but that doesn’t mean I’m holding on to some sort of…infatuation…after all these years.”

“Keep it that way. Don’t hold on to something that died long ago.”

“This isn’t like you and Liz.”

Liz Montgomery had been Brady’s fiancée—until a year ago, when she’d written him a Dear John letter while he’d been serving with the marines in Afghanistan. Shortly after, he’d been injured during a routine patrol and his life had spiraled violently out of control, resulting in a drunken Brady crashing Liz’s wedding this past summer. He’d ended up in bed with Liz’s younger sister, Jane Cleo—a one-night stand that ended in pregnancy. Brady and J.C. were married a few weeks ago.