He’s right. And I’m sucking at that, too—basic human understanding. I extend a hand and give him a shake. “Good game. Apparently, I’m an asshole in all sorts of ways today.”
“Aww.” He adopts an overdone frown. “Want to tell Uncle Patrick all about your rough day?” He racks up for another round, his brown hair flopping in his face when he leans over the table.
Patrick lives in my building. I call him the half-timer since, well, he lives here only half the time. The rest of his days he’s on the other coast.
From the hiking boots to the REI pullover shirts, Patrick is outdoorsy to the core. After offering wilderness camping, backpacking, snowshoeing, and cross-country ski trips and tours in the region, he recently expanded his adventure tour company to Northern California.
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’ll pass on the impromptu therapy session.”
What’s there to say, anyway? That woman gets under my skin. Henley’s not just a thorn. She’s the thorniest thorn in the entire history of thorns. Two hours with her and I feel as if I’ve been cut all over. She’s like a kitten that paws at you and ten seconds later your wrist is bleeding.
“Then I’ll tell you about my rough day,” Patrick offers, and that gets my attention. He doesn’t have rough days, unless you count a lack of snow or an excess of muddy trails. Though, in all fairness, those do sound like tough conditions, but the point is he’s one unruffled dude. He’s precisely the type of guy someone would want to guide them over trails and through wilderness areas. “I had to let one of my guides go today.”
I make my way around the table, lining up my next shot. “Yeah? What happened? Did he turn left at a trailhead instead of right?”
Patrick pretends to guffaw deeply. “Actually, he fucked a client on the job. A married client.”
“Ouch,” I say, wincing as I nail a draw shot on the green ball. Maybe I’m back on my game. Maybe Henley hasn’t totally knocked me off-balance.
“Gave him the heave-ho,” he says, miming slicing a finger across his throat. “I can’t have those kinds of problems chasing me as I build up a business.”
That’s one of the reasons Patrick and I get along so well. The dude might be the definition of laid-back, but he’s no slacker. He works hard, he’s disciplined, and he doesn’t let his people get away with shit.
“Right there with you, man. You need to run a tight ship.” Then I take a beat. “Screwing a chick in the tents is for management only, right?”
“Hey, now,” Patrick says. “I haven’t done that in—”
The sound of the door opening loudly interrupts us.
“Honey, I’m home!”
It’s Mia, and she stops in her tracks when she sees Patrick at the table. Patrick stops in his tracks, too. He blinks as he takes in my sister in her jeans, high-heeled boots, and pink sweater. Her arms are laden with grocery bags from Whole Foods.
“I’ll just make my way out of here,” Patrick says in a time-to-help-my-buddy-score-by-making-myself-scarce voice.
I laugh. “Dipshit. That’s my sister.”
“Ohhhhh,” Patrick says, then he strides across the hardwood floor and extends a hand to Mia. “Nice to meet you. I’m Patrick. I live a few floors down.”
Mia smiles brightly as she takes his hand. “Mia. I’m just in town for another day for meetings. Then I head back to the West Coast.”
“West Coast, you say?” Patrick raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I chime in, joining them as I grab the bags Mia carries and peek inside to find fresh pasta, tomatoes, and a small bottle of vodka. “Penne with vodka cream sauce?”
“And a pine nut salad,” she adds, then turns to Patrick. “Max and I were going to cook dinner. My eyes are always bigger than my stomach, and bigger than Max’s stomach, too. Want to join us?”
My money is on Patrick saying yes. In fact, it seems to take a nanosecond for him to utter, “I’d love to.”
As Mia heads to the kitchen, I clap him on the shoulder. “Like I said, don’t get any ideas.”
Patrick puts his hands on his head as if they’re giant brain suckers. “There. All ideas have now disappeared from my head. I’m completely idea-less. Also, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I roll my eyes. “You do know what I mean, and don’t go there.”
My concern isn’t over him. He’s a great guy. He’d totally do right by my sister. I say it to protect her. She hasn’t had the best luck when it comes to falling for my buddies.