The Ruthless Caleb Wilde
“She won’t be tested. She won’t have anything to do with my client, won’t even take his calls anymore.” Travis smiled. “Which is why he needs a tough, smart attorney.”
“He needs a superhero.”
“Heck, man, how about a little modesty?”
“A superhero,” Caleb said, ignoring the joke, “not me. And, by the way, what’s he doing, looking for a Texan if he’s from the east coast?”
“Well, he’s not going by location, he’s going by instinct. I mean, he trusts me. And he knows of you.” Travis grinned. “Turns out you have quite a hot rep as a legal eagle. When he realized you and I were related—”
“Sorry, Trav. I’m not interested.”
“Too busy?” Travis said. “Haven’t got the time?”
Caleb glared at his brother.
“Thanks for stopping by. Next time, call first.”
“And that’s it?”
“That’s it. I’m not interested. I already said that.”
Travis rose to his feet. Walked to the door.
“You’re not interested in much lately.”
“Okay. I’ve had it. I don’t know what your problem is but—”
“Yeah. I think you do.”
Caleb stared at his brother. Travis had stopped smiling, and his tone had taken on a hard note. Caleb could sense the tension in him … and Travis was right.
He knew exactly what the problem was.
For weeks, ten weeks, to be exact, ever since he’d returned from New York, he’d kept both his brothers at a distance.
He’d told himself they wouldn’t notice.
Such a stupid lie.
Of course, they’d noticed. And now they wanted answers.
Too bad, he thought grimly, because they weren’t going to get them. How could they, when he didn’t have the answers for himself?
All he had was anger and disgust.
At Sage.
Hell. Be honest, Wilde, he told himself.
At himself.
He heard the door shut. Breathed a sigh of relief. Travis was gone. That was something, at least, though now it left him just where he’d been before, his head full of what he could not forget.
He’d gone to bed with a woman he’d just met. God knew, he’d done that before.
He’d spent the night in her bed. He’d done that before, too.
His jaw tightened.