Cole Lucas has been anxious all day. I havenât missed the tugging on his hair and the pacing whenever heâs not busying himself.
I sit, watching his leg bounce, trying to figure out why the hell heâs getting so worked up over Rage coming home.
When he texted earlier to say he was going straight to the club instead of the family meal Tia prepared for us all, I was pissed.
We havenât seen him in weeks now, and Iâm desperate for him to finally meet my girlâââour girlâââand for him to accept her.
Accept us.
Lucas must be agitated. Coming out as having a relationship for the first time in his life must be hard. Coupled with the fact heâs in a ménage of some sort, I can understand his anxieties. Rage sure as shit isnât going to be supportive of us, and the thought angers me.
Since his girl did the dirty on him years ago, he refuses to acknowledge any woman worth bothering with beyond a release. I clench my fists in annoyance.
I push back from my chair and jump to my feet. âIâm going to the club to fetch him.â
Tiaâs widened eyes dart to mine.
Lucas stands. âMe too.â His tongue darts out over his lips, his pale face making me glare at him in annoyance that heâs letting Rage get to him this way.
âBeauty, go take a bath. Weâll be back soon.â I bend and drop a kiss to her head.
Lucas follows suit, but he lingers with uncertainty. I take in his shaky hand and hate that heâs feeling this way.
My jaw locks as I stride toward the door. Time to sort this shit out with our brother.