Chapter 19

“I’m coping,” Brandon said quietly. He cleared his throat. “It’s not easy, but thanks to my time with Jared, the paparazzi haven’t been able to harass me much. That’s helped.”

To me, his words sounded sincere and his brother must have thought so, too. Brian made a thoughtful noise, then said, “All right. But I want your word you’ll call if it gets overwhelming.”

“I promise,” Brandon agreed.

“And,” Brian continued resolutely, his voice stern, “I want you to consider coming home for a while before you take the next job.”

Brandon hesitated, glanced at me, then lowered his lashes. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Love you, little brother.”

Brandon rolled his eyes, but he smiled. “Love you, too.”

He hung up the phone and blew out a breath as he tossed it on the table. He scrubbed his hands over his face, and pointedly did not look at me. I gave him a few minutes to collect himself, but when he didn’t seem like he was going to talk, I knew I’d have to start the conversation.