Chapter Fifteen
Evie
Dawson’s brother, Chad, stared at me, his gaze considering. “Nice to meet you.”
Chad looked remarkably like Dawson, albeit a younger, less hardened version. I couldn’t believe I was even considering Dawson hard, but as I’d gotten to know him, I’d learned there was an edge. His brother was softer, his humor less of a reflex.
“You too,” I replied.
Looking around, I took in the space. We were in a big square building, some sort of a construction worksite. Chad brushed an unruly lock of blond hair out of his eyes; a gesture that reminded me a little bit of Dawson. “Do you want to grab some dinner?”
“Of course. We’re here for the weekend.”
Chad cracked a smile. “Mom know you’re coming?”
“Yeah. I texted her. How’s she doing?”
The undercurrents were running strong an
