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By:J. S. Scott


He actually had done me a favor. I loved to cook, and his facilities were a cook’s dream. “I liked doing it.”

I’d been more than a little surprised when he’d pitched in with the cleanup and cleared the table while I loaded the dishwasher. The task had seemed way too domestic for him, but it made me like him even more because he didn’t seem to mind helping out, even if it was a job that he usually didn’t do.

“I think you should scrap the job at one of the resorts and go to culinary school. It’s obviously your passion. You should pursue it as a career,” Trace mused, his expression watchful.

“I can’t. I need this job, Trace.” Cooking was my passion, but I was a realist. I needed to work to survive.

“I can help you get what you should have had, Eva. I want to.”

I shook my head. “No. You’ve helped me enough.”

“Nothing I do will ever be enough to undo the past.”

“It’s not your responsibility to try to make it better,” I told him calmly.

“I’m your stepbrother,” he argued.

A chuckle escaped my lips. If he was playing the “you’re my family” card, I knew he was desperate. He usually chose not to acknowledge that he was related to me by marriage.

Probably because he’d just screwed me the night before.

“What? I am your family,” he said stubbornly.

“We have no connection, Trace, and you know it. You don’t owe me anything, and even if you did, you’ve done me a huge favor by giving me work.”

The fact that my mother married his father meant absolutely nothing. He hadn’t even known my mother, so it wasn’t like he could claim a connection through her.

“I’m not offering because of our connection. I want to do it because you have a real talent, Eva. You should be able to do what you want to do.”

“Did you?” I asked hesitantly. Trace had been young when his father had died, way too young to take on the responsibilities of the world the way he did now.

He shrugged. “Mostly. I always knew I’d take Dad’s place someday. Sebastian wasn’t interested in business, and Dane’s an amazing artist. I don’t think either one of them had any desire to be Dad’s successor.”

“You never wanted something different?”

“I wanted things to work out differently. I wanted Dad with me a hell of a lot longer than he stayed alive. And I wanted Dane to never have experienced the pain he did. I wanted some time to get my MBA and work a little more on perfecting my mixed martial arts skills. I competed in college a little, but I wanted…more.”

“You do MMA?” Okay, I was surprised, but maybe I shouldn’t have been. The guy moved lightning fast, and it was evident that he worked out.

“Only as a hobby.”

“Did you finish your master’s degree?”

“Of course. It took me a while because I was filling Dad’s role in the company, but I finished.”

Of course you did!

Was there anything Trace Walker couldn’t do?

Obviously, the one thing he couldn’t accomplish was managing his brothers’ lives.

“So your brothers aren’t part of the company now?” I was curious.

“No. It’s just me. I bought them out because they didn’t want the same things. Both of them are incredibly wealthy men, but they aren’t in the Walker conglomerate anymore. It’s not what they wanted.”

“What do they want?” What do you want?

“I think they’re pretty much doing what they want,” Trace said sarcastically. “Sebastian does as little as possible when it involves work, and Dane lives outside of society on a private island. His work is in demand, but he doesn’t make personal appearances.”

“Are his injuries that bad?” I wondered what had made Dane separate himself completely.

“I don’t know. He’s my brother. I’ve never looked at him as anything except my family. I guess I don’t notice any of his scars anymore.”

“You’re worried,” I observed.

“Yes.” Trace sounded reluctant to admit his concern.

“You’re not responsible for their current situations, any more than you’re guilty of the plane crashing.” Trace was shouldering the burden of his siblings’ wellbeing, and he needed to let go. His brothers were adults, and needed to find their own ways.

“I’m their older brother,” he argued gruffly.

“Exactly. You’re not their father.” He needed to understand that even though he had taken on his father’s role in the company, his brothers were never going to see him as anything other than their oldest sibling. In fact, they might end up resenting him for trying to fix them.