“Okay.”
“Don’t okay me!” Bryson was yelling now. If Lew was in the cottage, he had to be hearing everything. “Don’t stand there and act like that. Oh, poor Duke sounding so remorseful and agreeable. I don’t know what f*****g game you’re playing—in and out, here and gone—but I don’t want any part of it. Why are you even back? Did my mom promise you more money? Are they going to make you manager? What did they tell you to make you come back here and act all nice to me?”
Duke dropped his duffle bag. He stepped closer and squatted in front of Bryson. Backlit by the spotlights in the yard, it was impossible to see Duke’s face, but Bryson didn’t need to see the emotion in Duke’s eyes. He could hear it in Duke’s voice.
“I know you’re angry and you should be.”
Bryson snorted. Duke had missed h
