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Rain, rain away

“How’s it going?”

The two brothers never had much time to talk. Their lives only crossed paths when they were on the job, and even then, it was just nods, updates, and the occasional grunt. But tonight was one of those rare windows where they could actually sit down, crack a beer, and catch up for real.

“Yeah, all good. You know me. Cool as a cucumber.” He gave a small shrug. “Could’ve been worse. I’ve seen worse.”

It had been almost six months since the breakup. God knows how many years they’d been ‘together’, whatever that had meant by the end. Close, but distant. Familiar, but never really present. And maybe, if he was being honest, most of the blame sat on his side of the table.

Wolf let his brother take a sip of beer, a drag from his cigarette. Just enough time to settle before dropping it.

“Mom knows you’re seeing someone new. Doesn’t matter if it’s casual.”

Art didn’t even blink. Like he’d seen the punch coming.

“Yeah,” he said flatly, “but right now she’s too busy wrecking your fiancée’s life. We’ve got a little breathing room before she pulls a gun on my new friend.”

He wasn’t joking. Wolf flinched at the memory. Camilla’s hair, the scar underneath it, the chaos that followed. For a second, it all came rushing back.

“By the time you’re hitched, you’ll probably have another baby. And I’ll still be here. Still fine.”

Wolf didn’t say much. Just smirked, gave his brother a pat on the back, and muttered under his breath.

“Unless you’re dumb enough to invite her to the wedding.”