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“He’s no different now than when he was little, in case you didn’t
notice.”
    “What did he do now?” Emma told her that he’d
been caught stealing a car. “I thought he had one. I’ve seen him around town
driving it. Did he wreck it?”
    “No. He lost it. And I don’t mean that he
lost it as in he doesn’t know where he parked it. Though from what I understand
from Fox, he did do that. But he lost it playing poker. Dad won’t buy him a new
one and he thinks that he should, of course. Then there’s the money he owes for
breaking up a bar that night too. I can’t understand how he’s part of my
parents DNA.” Holly didn’t either. “And now Dad is kicking his ass out. As of
this morning, the locks have been changed and all the accounts have been barred
from him. He’s flat broke and out on the streets.”
    “Your mom must be heart broken.” Emma told
her that she was glad for it really. “I see. Well, then good. And so you know,
Mason, my brother-in-law, had a run in with him the other day. I guess he hit
him and then fired Fox.”
    “I bet that was great. Dirk is a bully and he’s
always been one. I was going to court for him weekly for a while there, and
then I told him I was done bailing his ass out. You can imagine how well that
went over.”
    Before she could say anything to Emma, the
door to the room was shoved open and there stood Dirk. He’d not aged well since
she’d seen him last. Dirk wasn’t fat, but he had a gut that she thought of as a
beer gut. But his clothing was pressed, his shirt was done up nicely, and his
shoes had a shine on them that was nearly blinding. That was another thing
about Dirk. He spent more money on his appearance than he did anything else.
Well, not his money, but Mr. McBride’s. She remembered a time when she’d been
shopping for a gift for her dad when he’d come into the same store.
    He’d gone from stack to stack, picking up
shirts and tossing them back unfolded and a mess. Ties were stripped from their
hangers and then dropped on the floor. When a clerk asked him if she could
help, Dirk had turned to her and said he was Dirk McBride, and that he knew
more about clothing than the clerk did. Dirk had ended up spending just over
five grand in the store, then gave the clerk a hard time because she wouldn’t
give him an advance on his credit card. When he sat down beside Holly, she
moved away.
    “Hello beautiful. Where have you been all my
life?” Holly looked at Emma, then back at Dirk. “I’m homeless now…well, for a
little while anyway. My dad seems to think that having me under the roof is
going to take all his money. Like that’s going to happen. And besides, I’m his
son. I deserve to live where I want. How about I come and stay with you until
my dad gets a clue?”
    “No, Dirk, you cannot.” He frowned at her,
obviously not used to people telling him no. “And you should have a good deal
more respect for your parents. They’re good people and have worked hard to make
their money.” Holly stood up and went to sit on the couch with Emma. It was
more to protect her than to get away from Dirk. But when he sneered at her, she
thought he was just like a spoiled child.
    “Respect for my parents? When they give me
what’s mine and are both dead and cold in their graves, then perhaps I’ll think
kindly of them. But they’re kicking me out and making all these…demands. Why
should I get a job? I’m Dirk McBride. And a house? Please. I live here, it’s my
style. They’re going to regret this.”
    When he just sat there staring at them, Holly
looked at Emma. She was crying, and Holly held her. To have an asshole like him
for a brother would make her cry too. Then she’d kick his ass for being that
way. Holly decided to let Jace know what was going on here, and soon.
    ~~~
    Dirk stared at the lovely woman who had moved
away from him. He thought she looked familiar, but had no idea right now from where.
Her being married didn’t stop him from