Luke opened his front door, and his shoulders sank at the sight of Max waiting on the other side. He gave the strain on his brother’s face the quickest glance and then turned to walk down the hall, the door left wide open in his wake.
Max wasn’t the visitor he’d hoped for, though that visitor would likely never cross his path again.
“Want a beer?” He called the question out behind him, hiding his disappointment but not his dull tone.
The front door clicked shut, and Max soon joined him at the kitchen counter. “Yeah, a beer would be great. About the other day—”
Luke jammed a beer bottle into his brother’s hand, cutting him off intentionally. “Here.”
He’d spent his last two days actively avoiding Max and, maybe, wasn’t one hundred percent ready to see him.
Thanks to his brother and his
