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that too. I don’t know. I hate to think that, but they’re hardly together. And he doesn’t seem to mind while Mom’s made cracks about his absence.”
    “I’ve seen that too,” Brody admitted. “I’m wondering if Pop did something to Bitsy.” What Brody called their father and mother. “I don’t know, but I see sadness in Bitsy’s eyes. In his, I just see him tired or angry.”
    “That’s how he always expressed his feelings,” Cam said, and not without a little hostility. Unlike his brothers, he and his father hadn’t been tight while growing up. Too much a momma’s boy —his father had called him. Jokingly, but Cam heard a ring of truth. No matter how much he wanted to be like his father, they just didn’t share the same interests.
    And they’d be sharing the same house for the foreseeable future.
    “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”
    Mike patted him on the back. “Sorry, man. Hey, if he gets to be too much, I’ll break you.”
    Cam stared.
    “Not break, as in half.” Mike flushed. “I meant I’ll give you a break. We’ll trade. You get Mom off my ass and I’ll get Dad off yours.”
    “She still on you about finding a good woman?” Brody asked.
    Mike rolled his eyes. “Yeah. And now I see why. Maddie was right, Flynn. I think Mom’s transferring her loneliness to smothering Colin with hugs and kisses. It’s a grandkid thing.”
    “Bummer for you.” Flynn looked relieved. “So glad I found Maddie. No need for Mom to fix me up.”
    “Found?” Cam barked a laugh. “You lucked into that. Don’t question it.”
    “Trust me, I don’t.” Flynn’s amusement faded. “I want to patch this thing with Mom and Dad. But I don’t know if we should butt in.”
    “Please.” Brody snorted. “Bitsy and Pop have done their share of butting in. Time to turn the tables and fix them for a change.” No doubt he recalled just a short month ago when he’d been in a funk and the family had descended on him en masse to cheer him up.
    “Yeah, it worked with you.” Cam ignored Brody’s frown. “So Mike, you deal with Dad today. Try to feel him out at work. I’ll swing by tonight and take Mom to dinner. I’ll talk to her then.”
    “Good.” Mike nodded. “We do this together. None of us going off on our own or siccing our girlfriends on Mom to mess things up.”
    “Hey.” Flynn looked offended.
    “Seriously. Abby’s nice.” Brody huffed. “Lay off the ladies. Not our fault you can’t get laid. Don’t hate, Mike. Go get your own girl.”
    Mike jeered, “I had one, numbnuts. I got the kid to prove it.”
    “You sure he’s yours?” Flynn taunted.
    When Mike just looked at him, Flynn sighed. “I know. Lame joke. Kid’s like your little clone.”
    “Damn straight.” Mike puffed with pride. “I’m saying we need to be subtle. Except for me and Cam, I’m not thinking you two know the meaning of the word.”
    “I know I can’t spell it. That’s why I have Abby.” Brody grinned, always proud of his girlfriend, the writer.
    “Hell. Fine.” Flynn stood and glanced at his cell phone. “Come on, Brody. We have to get to work.”
    “Me too.” Cam stood as well. Before he could follow the guys out, Mike stopped him. “What’s up?”
    “You okay with Dad crashing at your place? I know he can be a real hammer sometimes.”
    Cam shrugged. “It’s been a whole night. He hasn’t complained.” Yet. “Good thing I left the guest room the way it was.”
    “Using that third room as your office?”
    “Yep. It was going to be a temporary space while I tried to wrangle a better deal on my lease downtown, which fell through, by the way. My assistant has been working out of his condo, since he has a huge loft. But it seems like I need to find a new office, pronto. I can’t imagine working at home next to Dad twenty-four-seven.” Consolidating his East and West Coast businesses, he’d been planning the move for months. Something close to the condo, he hoped.
    At his