“You’re being as ass, Justin,” Harper said bluntly. “And I know that a lot of this is coming from Dad planning on leaving for three months, and you can’t handle that as well as you say you can.” She didn’t give him a chance to object. “But you’re an idiot, because there is nothing stopping you from taking a vacation and going with him!”
“I couldn’t—”
“You could!” Harper exclaimed.
“You could,” Dad agreed.
“Not with work,” Justin said, shaking his head. “Not with…not with everything going on here.”
“Why not? You think you can’t leave Wyatt alone?” Harper asked. “Do you trust him? Do you?”
Wyatt met Justin’s gaze, his heart clenching, and saw the truth in his brother’s eyes: No. No, Justin didn’t trust him.
“I do,” Justin said, his eyes widening. “Wy, I do! But I’m worried about you. You don’t…you’re not like the girls. If things go wrong you don’t just brush them off the way they do. You get hurt more easily.”