Sunday afternoon, Ryan sat at his desk, sucking down his third cup of coffee. The numbers on the spreadsheet in front of him blurred. The family dinner usually held on Sundays had turned into a whole-day affair on Saturday to give Colin a proper welcome home. Of all the things to pull him away from Quinn, he didn’t think Colin had been worth it.
He didn’t believe Colin had reappeared out of some sense of family. He wanted something, but Ryan couldn’t figure out what. As much as he’d wanted to press the issue last night, their mother had been too happy to have Colin home.
Colin’s appearance made his mother happy, but Ryan couldn’t handle the gushing and fussing. He couldn’t wait to escape the family dinner. Claiming bar business, he’d thought he could get away. Colin following him to O’Le
