hand across his jaw, fingering the two daysâ growth of whiskers. âYour keyâs at my place. Havenât been there in a couple of days.â
âWhereâve you been?â Paul glanced at the coffeepot while it bubbled and hissed, as if mentally hurrying it along.
âI asked you first,â Nick said with a forced smile, not really wanting to talk about the last couple of days yet. âSo who were you with tonight? Judging by the way youâre dressed, you werenât out with that writer. Was it the astronaut?â
âNo,â Paul said tightly. He didnât want to talk about his old girlfriends. Didnât want to stroll down memory lane with Nick. âIt was ⦠nobody.â
Nobody. Hell, Nick thought, heâd been stocking his life with nobodies for two years. At least Paulâs nobodies had class. Women with brains as well as bodies.Someone you could actually talk to without being bored into a stupor. âBeen there, done that.â
âRight.â Paul changed the subject abruptly while he poured out coffee for each of them. âSo whatâre you doing here anyway?â
âThatâs the million-dollar question.â
âWhatâs the answer?â Paul asked, carrying two cups of coffee to the table. âStill black?â
âYeah.â Nick took the cup from his brother and curled his fingers through the wide handle. He stared at the steam lifting from the cup and twisting into the air as if he could see his future in the swirling mists. âI havenât changed that much.â
Paul shook his head and took the seat opposite Nick, stretching his legs out and crossing his feet at the ankles. âThe last month or so, Nick, youâve changed plenty.â
âThatâs âcause Iâm screwed.â
âYeah, Iâve noticed. So has everyone else in the family.â
Nick winced at the direct hit.
âJust say it, will ya?â
âThatâs the trouble. Havenât been able to say it. Not to you. Or Mama. Hell,â he muttered thickly, ânot even to myself.â Nick lifted the cup and noted with some small amount of pleasure that his hands werenât shaking anymore. One good thing, anyway. Taking a sip, he let the hot liquid slide down his throat and hit his empty stomach like a blessing. Warmth spread through his system, chasing away the cold heâd been carrying with him since that last day at his orthopedistâs office. âIâm through.â
âWith what?â
Nick lifted his gaze to Paulâs and forced himself to say the words heâd been trying to forget for weeks. âIâm finished with football. My careerâs over.â He took a breath and said the rest of it. âMy kneeâs fucked. The doctor said one more good hit and if Iâm lucky, Iâm looking at a cane for the rest of my life. Not lucky, and Iâm popping wheelies in hospital hallways.â
God. The words were hanging in the air like some black banner of death. He could practically see them. Feel them, wrapping around him like a shroud or something. Everything heâd worked for. Everything heâd been shooting for since high school was now done. Taken from him because heâd gone one way and his kneeâd gone the other.
Paul winced. âJesus, Nick.â
âYeah, I know.â Nick stared into his cup again as if trying to see beyond the surface of the coffee and into his own murky life.
Paul slammed his coffee cup down onto the table hard enough to slosh some of the dark brew onto the wooden surface. âThatâs why youâve been drinking half the state dry for the last month?â
âSeemed like a plan at the time,â he muttered, noticing that he wasnât really getting the sympathy heâd expected from his own damn twin.
âBullshit.â
Nickâs gaze snapped up to his brotherâs. âWhat?â
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