Sliding to his feet, Matt looked at his brothers. Aidan stood in front of the large windows of the breakfast nook, the setting sun casting his profile in shadow. Brady sat, one hand flat on the table, the other on Lily’s head.
“Is this what you both want?” Matt asked them.
Brady studied him with his cool, hooded gaze. “Does it matter?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he admitted, not sure who he’d surprised more, his brothers or himself. “Yeah, it does.”
Instead of answering, Aidan crossed to the island, pulled the contract from the envelope and, after flipping a few pages, signed his name with a flourish. He then handed the contract to Brady, who signed, as well.
Looked like he had his answer.
Son of a bitch.
His mother picked up the contract and pen and set them in front of Matt. “It’s your decision.”
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