Fall for Me by Claudia Burgoa

Chapter Four

Hunter

Willow.

I lose myself in her eyes. They’re mirrors to her soul where she hides infinite secrets. Everything about her pulls me in. I gravitate toward her. She’s like a shot of tequila mixed in a bottle of expensive whiskey. Delicious, easy to lose count of how much you’ve drunk, and hard to regret when I come to my senses. She sleeps beside me, peacefully. The lines in her forehead are gone along with the worries she carries. Watching her breathing deeply makes me want to keep her with me.

If only I could keep her inside the world I created long ago. I just don’t know if I’m capable of letting someone into my life outside of my brothers. It’s been only the four of us for so long. They don’t have to take care of their fragile brother, I stopped being that kid long ago. Yet, the fear of losing them won’t leave me. Having to think about another person, and how she can affect my psyche, scares me. Overthinking and rationalizing the distress she creates might take a few therapy sessions.

Better yet, I can stay and finally let go of my apprehension for letting my guard down. Something about her calls to me. The romantic inside me wants to find out what it is that attracts me in such a way. I want so much more from her than I’ve ever wanted from any other woman I’ve met. If my mother were alive, she’d say something wise. Fuck, if Mom were alive, I wouldn’t be such a fucking nutcase. Turning to the shelf above my bed, I grab the framed picture of her and Dad.

It was taken Labor Day Weekend of 2001. We were celebrating my twelfth birthday. Their baby was only a year shy from becoming a teenager. Soon they’d be empty nesters. The jokes about their future rolled all weekend. Plans about selling the penthouse and moving to a deserted island after enduring not one, but four boys. We were a handful, they said.

“Everhart boys are wonderful, beautiful, and caring. But they’re also dynamite ready to ignite and cause trouble everywhere they go.”

My parents didn’t believe in favorites. Harrison, my oldest brother, insists I was Mom’s favorite since I was her baby. I don’t know if I was or not. The only thing I knew when they died was that my world ended. It scared me to even go outside my room. No one would protect me. My parents had left, and there was evil outside the doors of the fortress they built for us. I believed the only place I would be safe is where they left me that morning: my bedroom.

My brothers’ reactions were different. Though we had been raised by the same parents, the four of us are poles apart. Each one of us took their deaths hard. Harrison enlisted in the army. His mission was to kill the enemy and avenge our parents. Scott, who was eighteen at the time, assumed responsibility of Fitzhenry and me. He didn’t do it alone. Jensen, who was Dad’s assistant for years, helped him. After my parents died, he remained by our side. He’s the Alfred to our Batman.

My consolation while growing up was that we had Jensen. We consider him an uncle. He became a big part of our family when our long-distance relatives tried to assume custody of us and our inheritance. Scott was too young to do it alone, and Harrison was too far away to help him with our greedy relatives. Fitz lost his shit and partied to forget. It was a miracle he graduated from high school. Although no matter how we coped, we forged a strong bond. We are broken in a way not many understand. None of us has found someone to love.

Do we want to find that person?

This is where I need some advice. If I call Harrison, he’ll tell me to send the bitch back to where she came from or farther if possible. See, he once believed in love. We had the best example with our parents. It all stopped when the woman he wanted to marry cheated on him with his best friend while he was in Afghanistan. My brother came home, bought a ring, caught them fucking, and then went back to war. My other two brothers play the field. I think it’s because of what happened to Harrison. Scott had a girlfriend in high school but after they broke up, he hasn’t cared for anyone else. They choose to avoid the pain. I’ve tried to follow their lead, but I can’t do it. There’s a need inside me that pushes me to know who I’ll be in bed with the next day. Not only that, it also has to be the same woman. All of this is to avoid feeling alone and isolated.

To keep myself away from messy situations, I follow my rules. My number one rule is to never give my heart away. Easy to say and do, until I met her. The way Willow makes me feel goes beyond the laws of attraction and passion. It’s a whisper inside my head saying, seize the day. Like her persona, those words are beyond comprehension. The emotional side of my brain has an avid desire to understand what’s happening between us. My logical side is fucking confused about my reactions. Nothing is normal, and I’m enjoying the abnormality of what’s happening between the two of us.

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I text the one person who can answer my questions as well as cut my balls off if I fuck up her sister.

Hunter: What’s with the message you sent last night?

Hazel: Hm?

Hunter: Keep it in your pants.

Hazel: ::laugh-crying emoji::

Hunter: ::red angry face emoji::

Hazel: Cool it, Hunt. I can’t believe Scott went through with it.

Hunter: Explain.

Hazel: While he was helping me with my homework via Skype, I told him the two of you were out on a date. He said he’d cockblock you. I guess he did.

Hunter: I want to kill my brothers.

Hazel: Hush! I love them all so don’t touch them.

Hazel: I need to run. I have to get ready for my seven o’clock class. What was I thinking when I put my schedule together?

Hunter: Transfer to Columbia University. It’s better than Duke.

Hazel: Convince gramps to pay for Columbia. Traveling every week isn’t as fun as it used to be.

I miss Hazel. I wish she would move back to New York full-time. Not dwelling on what I can’t fix, I head to the kitchen to prepare coffee and some breakfast for Willow and myself. As I enter, I find Fitz in front of the coffee maker pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“You’re up early.” I walk toward the fridge, guessing I have to feed him, too. “Insomnia?”

“I just arrived from a long night at the office,” he retorts, sighing. Looking over my shoulder, I realize he’s wearing a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It shows a few of his tattoos. “The deal in Shanghai almost fell through.”

“Do you need my help with it?” I grab the egg carton, bacon, and hash browns.

“No, everything is under control. You can make me some breakfast.” He searches for the iron skillet inside the lower cupboards and places it on top of the stove. “I heard you went out on a date with Hazel’s sister.”

Exhaling, I start cracking the eggs into a bowl. “Yeah, so?”

“Do you think that’s smart?” He stands right next to me, crossing his arms. “There’s a code somewhere where it says you can’t date her sister.”

“You make it sound like there’s something between Hazel and me,” I protest.

“That’s not what I mean.”

I can’t deny the obvious. I love her, but it’s not like that. Cute Hazel Beesley is a sweetheart. Who wouldn’t adore her? My brothers and I fell in love with her from the moment we met. She’s like the annoying, smart-mouthed little sister we never had.

“Why would you care if I’m dating Willow?” I find a pan, spray it with oil, and pour the egg batter in it. I place the bacon in the skillet he set on top of the stove. Clearing my throat, I continue to cook. “It’s none of your damn business.”

“Because of that awkward moment when you have dinner with your ex’s sister?”

I groan, ignoring his stupid reasoning.

“You know I’m right. You’re a serial monogamist. You lose interest and then move on to the next one.”

I want to disagree with him, tell him this time is different. The signs indicate a change of heart. Considering I’ve talked about my family with her, there’s a slight chance we can last longer. I want to slap my hand on the counter, tell him that we’re not having this conversation. I have to think about my next move. Whatever Willow and I have going on is something worth exploring. There’s that little voice inside my head insisting I give us a chance.

“Did Hazel agree to this?” I’m about to cut him off, but he says nothing further. His arms are crossed and his attention is somehow lost. Is there something bothering him?

“This was Hazel’s idea,” I add as a way to reassure him his best friend is the one behind the plan.

He nods. “I have to shower. Save me some breakfast.” He turns around, leaving me to finish. From afar, I hear his voice.

There’s no doubt he’s calling Hazel. Fitz adores her, losing his best friend because I’m an idiot isn’t an option. It wouldn’t happen. They are tight. If it wasn’t because she doesn’t have the correct hardware for my brother, they’d be a wonderful couple. Turning off the fire, I realize no one has given me any actual advice. The only thing I can think about doing is navigating my relationship with Willow slowly. A new approach might bring a different result.