Chapter Thirty
Eric still had no clue as to what to do about his two siblings, Emelia and Dante. If Emelia was to be believed, then it changed everything, but it would shock the others who believed they were all related through blood just like he had always believed.
He wanted to grab hold of Dante and make him listen to what Emelia overheard, to put his brother out of his misery. But would it? Dante was married to the church so even if he knew the truth, there wasn’t anything he could do. He doubted Dante would ever leave the church with how religious he grew up, or the fact that he’s dedicated his life to God.
It was just a fucking mess!
Regardless of what they decided to do, Eric had his own woman trouble. Through his shock, he sent the woman he loved running and that had given him sleepless nights. But, very soon, she would discover how much he loved her and wanted her back. He had to be patient while his plan came together.
He’d been lucky when Yuri agreed to keep him in the loop about Sylvia, although he suspected he was driving the Russian crazy with his daily calls. Ramon and Sebastian had come through for him as well with a project that sure as hell was rushed. He wanted to get e
verything finished for when he headed back to Lexington to claim his woman. It killed him staying in Montana, knowing that there were bad words between them, thanks to him. He just knew that if he headed back before his surprise for Sylvia was ready, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.
“You in the clouds,” Diego said, disturbing his peace.
“What if I am?” Eric grouched, not in the mood to deal with his youngest brother. Or was he? He shook his head. Diego would still be his brother even if what Emelia overheard was the truth.
“You still have woman trouble?” Diego dropped onto the sofa and shoved his feet on the coffee table, holes in his socks and all.
Eric chuckled, and let his foul mood leave him. It wasn’t Diego’s fault he was suffering. He had no one to blame but himself. “I’ll get her back.”
Because anything else wasn’t an option.
“Confidence is all you need, bro.” Diego relaxed back into the sofa, and stared at the ceiling. “I’m full of it—”
“Full of shit, more like,” Kasey finished the sentence for Diego with a smirk on his face. He sat at the far end of the same sofa as Diego.
Eric loved his brothers, and missed not seeing them on a more regular basis. They were spread throughout the states, but he loved how they all called Montana home.
“What’s Aiden up to? I thought you were both going riding.” Eric queried.
“I’m not sure what’s up with him. He isn’t talking.” Kasey laughed. “I mean, we don’t talk like girls but I’ll be damned if I know what’s gotten into him. We walked over to the stables intending on saddling a couple of horses, and this new vet showed up to look at one of the boarded ones. One minute he was talking to me, the next he’d gone over to Dad and stood there listening to whatever the fuck she was saying.” He shook his head. “Even Dad looked surprised.”
“What did the vet look like? Dad mentioned there was a new one in town,” Diego asked. “Perhaps I need to head over there to check out this babe.”
“She’s plain with braces,” Kasey replied, his face void of humor.
“Seriously?” Diego narrowed his eyes at his sibling. “You sure about that?”
“Hmm.” Kasey rested an ankle on his knee before he offered a huge grin to Diego. “That might have been a small lie,” he volunteered. “She’s pretty and has auburn colored hair. If she didn’t wear a band to keep the hair off her face, it would curl down her back.” He grinned. “She’s cute in a country kinda way. So not Aiden’s usual type.” He frowned.
“I think I need to meet the new vet,” Diego announced. Getting to his feet, he hesitated when the front door opened and their father entered, followed by Aiden and a woman.
“Boys,” Dad bellowed, startling them. They were in the same room so why their dad had to shout was anyone’s guess. “Come and meet the new vet.”
Eric looked at Aiden as he mumbled, “I have something to do. Excuse me.” He disappeared into the kitchen. Was more going on with him or had the vet ignored any advances he’d made?
“This is Sarah O’Donnell. She’s taken over for Old George. These are my sons, Eric, Diego and Kasey.”
They exchanged greetings with the good vet, but he caught a glimpse of a wedding band on her left hand. His brothers would be disappointed.
An uncomfortable silence followed, so Eric asked, “O’Donnell? Is that an Irish name?”
She smiled. “Yes, it is. My father is Irish and my mother American. I was born and raised in Wyoming.”
“Ah, so we’ve been practically neighbors,” Kasey added with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.” She smiled, and Kasey had to nudge their brother, Diego, who nearly had his tongue hanging out.