Brad stuck his chin out. “Chill out, Jayden. Don’t let a dingbat like Vanessa come between us,” I gave him a cold look. “Nice roses you sent by the way.” The roses I sent Ronni, right. I slept with Brad’s wife. A twinge of guilt clouded my eyes but then anger over Vanessa made me see red again. I trusted him. He should have kept his promise. Brad held his hand out to me, biting his cheek. His scratched hands made him appear as if he got into a fight with a wild cat. I shook my brother’s hand. His smile never reached his eyes. “Well, good luck with Vanessa.” “Yeah, you, too.” he responded. Was Brad wishing me luck with Ronni? I scratched my head, walking towards the gate. When Brad mentioned the flowers I sent his wife, he did not act upset. Did he read the notes with the roses, in particular the note thanking Ronni for giving me what I wanted? Well, my brother just gave me what I wanted—sex with his wife without guilt. Brad gave me permission to sleep with Ronni!
