“It’s not about what Chandler wants anymore. It’s about what he needs.”
The words sent a chill through me.
“That’s just what Rock’s folks would say about him.”
Seconds ticked by while she swirled wine up the sides of her glass.
“The difference is we know what Sterling Chandler wants.” She tapped the table. “He wants the Rocking C to thrive. It’s his legacy. And what does Rock want?”
I shrugged.
“Rock wants to get laid. And he’s known you for how long?”
“Ouch.”
She took another sip of her wine. I could smell the fruity alcohol aroma from my seat beside her. It had a bittersweet, hearty scent. I didn’t like wine, but that one smelled good.
“You know all about me?” I asked. “Sterling told you?”
A tilt of her head was all the acknowledgment she’d give me.
“You expected someone better for Rock.” I shrugged. “I get it. I ain’t all that.”
“That’s not true.” She pursed her lips unhappily. “When I took you to help with Rock that time, I did it because I was so sure—” She bit her lip.
I’d called her bluff is what. “You thought I’d punk out.”
She smile-winced. “You were really very nice. I know Rocky appreciated it.”
“He’s worth some trouble.”
“He is.” She reached up and rubbed along the shell of her ear. It looked like a habit she had. Like maybe she didn’t know she was doing it.
She yawned widely.
I asked, “Did you even sleep last night?”
“When I couldn’t reach Rock, I decided to do some research online. The hospital will be releasing Chandler any day, so we need to get the house ready.”
“Boss’s going to be okay, though?” I asked.
A sad half-smile flitted over her lips. “I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry.” I offered.
“Things need to get right between Sterling and Andi again. I love that girl like a daughter, but she’s a pain in the ass. I feel like I need to fix them before...”
I watched her eyes blink and slowly close. “Before, what?”
“Before I fall for anyone...” Her smile turned dreamy and then another jaw-cracking yawn escaped her.
Was she talking about Foz? “Foz thinks you’re sweet on Chandler.”
“What?”
That woke her right up.
“That dumbass.” She slapped her hand on the table for emphasis.
