Chapter 38
Brodie
Brodie sat in the window of a bar in central London, but he didn’t see the people spilling out of pubs nearby, having after-work drinks. It had been a beautiful day. Not that he cared. Everything had been flat since the morning Jess had walked out, after dropping a bomb at his feet.
A flash of something bright caught his eye and he saw her across the road. She was meeting him here. His chest expanded as he watched her come towards the pub. She was probably the only person he could tolerate seeing right now.
He stood up to greet her as she came into the pub and walked right into his arms. ‘Hi, sis.’
Skye pulled back and looked up at him, frowning. ‘Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you ill?’ She put a hand up to touch his forehead, but he brought it down.
‘No, it’s much worse than that.’
She looked at him for a long moment with the same blue eyes as his, and then she put down her bag and sat on the stool. ‘I think I recognise that look and I think I’m going to need a drink for this.’
Fuck. She could see it because she’d been through the same thing. He went to get his sister a drink. He was so screwed.