Ben and Conner owned the club together but Conner also owned a small construction company that primarily did custom homes. He was always crazy busy and incredibly stressed. When Ben said Conner had been good, he’d meant that his boy hadn’t overworked himself and had actually slept.
“If he’s earned this big of a reward then things can’t be going that bad.”
Brent nodded and then came back to what he’d probably wanted to know to begin with. “Little one? Am I safe in assuming that he’s talking about Wyatt?”
What?
“Why would you assume that?”
That had everyone laughing hard enough that Garrett couldn’t ignore them anymore. “Hey!”
He loved his family, he really did, but some days he just wanted to—taking a deep breath he tried to focus on anything else besides where he’d hide the bodies. Sometimes he wasn’t sure what made him think going into business with his brothers was a good idea.
His parents had built up an incredibly successful insurance business but things were so much more difficult now. Instead of one branch, there were now three, and Brent, who was the claims manager for the area. The fact that they all had such strong personalities didn’t help either.
Things would have been easier if they were all more traditional but with everyone being bossy, nosy, opinionated, and into the lifestyle in one way or another, meetings were always interesting. He was at the point of saying to hell with the meeting when Brent cleared his throat and gave everyone the look that said he was done with the clowning around.
For someone who identified as a sub, he always got everyone else in line.
They settled down pretty fast, but Grant, the oldest, just started shaking his head and wouldn’t let it drop. “He’s not kidding? He has no idea how you knew it was Wyatt?”
Oldest always knows best. Garrett didn’t have the patience for that today. He loved Grant, he really did, his older brother would do anything for any one of them, but Garrett wasn’t in the mood to butt heads with him today.
There was a chorus of laughter and the general consensus was that he was stupid. “What?”
With everyone shouting over each other, it was a few minutes before they were all quiet enough for him to talk. “Would someone like to explain now?” He was getting frustrated.
Grant looked over at Bryce, the baby of the family. “You explain it. You saw it first.”
“Saw what?”
Bryce grinned and cleared his throat before turning to Garrett. “Do you remember when I came in a few weeks ago and we were talking about the Murphys’ retirement plans?”
“Yes.” He wasn’t a moron.
“Wyatt came in that day to pay a bill, right?” Bryce’s voice was careful and measured.
Garrett felt like he was being led along one step at a time. “Just get on with it.”
Bryce cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting for Garrett to answer the question.
Stubbornbastard was all Garrett could think. “Yes, damn it. I remember.”
Grinning, Bryce kept going. “Do you remember how he was acting?”
“No odder than usual.” Wyatt was always a little bit different. Garrett wasn’t one to throw stones but something about the bo—customer was unique. Garrett’s answer had everyone in stitches.
Even Bryce just looked at him, confused. “He’s like that all the time?”
“He’s been like that since the first time he came into the office.” The conversation was going nowhere fast.
Now they were looking at him like he was an idiot again. “What?”
“He’s head over heels for you…or in this case ready to kneel for you.” Then Bryce paused like he was waiting for something.
It took Garrett a minute to really hear what he’d said. Huh? Ready to…With his earlier conversation with Ben fresh in his mind, things were looking a little different.
Brent evidently wasn’t sure that Bryce had gotten through to their thick-skulled brother because he cheerfully chimed in. “If you had met him at the club the first time instead of here in the office what would you have thought?”
