“I never thought I missed fighting with my family, but it was so fun watching you without the threat of my sister pounding me.” I picked up the other menu and glanced at Isaac who was now staring at me.
“Tig, you’re really weird, but also, I get it,” Isaac said before patting my arm and setting his menu down.
“Ready to order?” Bex asked.
“I’ll have the Mucho Especial omelet with home fries,” Isaac said.
“I’ll have a ham and cheese with home fries.” I ordered a coffee, and Isaac had an orange juice, and as Bex gathered the menu’s she leaned down to Isaac.
“You better go say hello to Jen or you may not be eating anytime soon. And bring him too,” she said with a smirk.
“Okay, you ready?” he asked and sat up straight in his chair.
“For what?” I asked.
“To meet another sister.”
“Let’s go,” I said because so far this was way easier to deal with than my crazy family. Which he’d find out, eventually.
Twenty-Five
Isaac
We walked back intothe kitchen where Jen was working hard at filling orders with the help of our brother Trent who was a few years younger than me. “Hey, guys,” I said.
“Well look who decided to visit,” Jen said without looking up. Tig took my hand and squeezed it, and I squeezed back so hard I worried I’d hurt him.
“Sorry I haven’t been around. I got a new job at the dryer and it’s been busy,” I said. She took a moment away from cooking to stare at me the way Mom did when she was looking for information. “This is Tig Sawyer. Tig, this is my other sister Jen and over there is my brother Trent.” Trent stayed over by the dishwasher and waved.
“Nice to meet you,” Tig said, just as amused by it all as he had been from when we first walked in.
“How much older are you than Isaac?” Jen asked without even looking at Tig. His eyes widened before he cleared his throat.
“Not that much,” I said before he had a chance to put his foot in it.
Jen looked between the two of us for a full minute before she looked me right in the eye. “Sure.”
“Like you can talk,” I mumbled and instantly hoped she didn’t hear me.
“What was that?” she asked and narrowed her eyes.
“Nothing. Bex just said to come back and introduce Tig,” I said and hoped that was the end of it. But of course, it wasn’t.
“My brother has not been in many relationships, mostly he does the hit and run thing. But I hear you two have been pretty cozy for the past few months.” She paused to look at the two of us while I waited on pins and needles. “If you hurt him, I will fuck you up,” she said and shook her spatula at him.
“If I hurt him, I’ll expect you to fuck me up. I love Isaac, and I don’t want to do anything to hurt him,” Tig said, and gave me that look that made my stomach swoop.
Jen again looked between the two of us before rolling her eyes. She turned to the grill, loaded up two plates, and handed themto me. “Don’t let it get cold,” she said. “Also, I like you, Tig, take good care of him.”
“I will,” he said and the two of us walked back out to our table where our drinks were waiting. Tig immediately started eating while I was still in shock. “Are you okay?”
“What the fuck just happened?”
“I just got her blessing,” he said with a big grin around a mouthful of potatoes.
“I guess it’s a win that neither one of them threw you out,” I said and took a drink of my juice.
“Your sisters love me,” he said and looked so pleased with himself I finally relaxed.
