The big bag came in, and he tossed it to the back, then he reached over and clapped Dierek on the shoulder. The SUV dipped under each section and again as he settled to get comfortable. Throwing it open, he leaned down and boomed, “It’s Mason’s agent! How are you, man?!” It felt like he was crawling inside the vehicle, but he was just sitting down. Get in the back with Dierek.”Ī wide smile came over the footballer, and he was quickly moving to the back door. He paused, saying over the hood, “Shut up.

You got another sister we didn’t know about?” “Whoa!” His voice came out loud and was barely muffled through the glass. He’d been reaching for the door handle on my door when he looked through the window and saw me. Nate was coming back to his side, and Matteo was rounding the vehicle, carrying a large bag in hand. “Oh.” His eyebrows dropped back down, and he straightened in his seat.

“He’s my half-brother.” Normally, I’d say nothing more. Nate and Matteo were starting to turn for the SUV, but Dierek asked, almost gently, “Nate mentioned that your brother is Graham Robertson?” I knew then, but I hadn’t been feeling it. Nate’s words from the beginning came back, and now this time, they were haunting. I felt a slicing going down the middle of my body. I was trying not to have a reaction, but it was there. She came out for a visit one time to see Mason’s wife.

I know there’s a Channing near where they grew up, and I’ve not met him. It must be, what? Almost ten years by now? Nine, maybe?” He glanced at me but turned back to the window. “I scooped Mason up right away, and everyone else came with him. “How long have you known everyone in Nate’s group?”

Nate by Tijan