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didn’t mind that Charlie wanted to visit. She knew he needed a man in his life to learn how to be a man. And his uncle Jared, despite what their mother called his “unfortunate incarceration,” was a better mentor for Charlie than Charlie’s own deadbeat father. There was a bond between Charlie and Jared that sometimes drove her crazy.
    “He doesn’t go anywhere without that thing,” she said, not taking Jared’s hint and letting the subject drop. It bothered her. She couldn’t believe Charlie would have left it willingly, not even with Jared. It contained an odd assortment of what Charlie called his “valuables.” “Did he say where he was going?”
    “He’s running an errand for me.”
    Jared walked into the restaurant ahead of her, not bothering to hold the door open. A gray-haired man on his way out with his hunched-over wife shot Jared a nasty look. It was a wasted effort. Jared didn’t even notice. Melanie ignored them, too. Actually, it didn’t bother her. She didn’t need any man holding a door open for her.
    No, what bothered her more was that Jared wasn’t telling her something. He was shutting her out again. He had been like this since he came back, quiet, almost secretive, as if he was holding something back.
    The hostess led them to a table in the middle, but Jared continued on to a booth in the corner by the window. Before the woman even noticed, he was tossing the backpack against the wall and sliding in after it.
    “This one’s not taken, is it?” He was already unwrapping the paper napkin and setting out his silverware while the poor hostess simply stared at him.
    “No, that one’s not taken, but we—”
    “Great. Could we have some menus?” He squinted at her name tag. “Annette?” Then he held out his hand for the menus. Annette immediately complied, a rush of crimson crawling up her neck from her white lace collar, coloring her cheeks.
    “I’ll send your waitress over to get your order.”
    “That’d be just fantastic, Annette.”
    Melanie slid into the other side of the booth, giving the woman only a glance while examining Jared’s smirk. What she once considered to be her brother’s charm now seemed like sarcasm. Ever since they were kids, Jared would call strangers by their names, catching them off guard by reading their name tags that Melanie never noticed. It had always seemed so cool, so adult, even polite and friendly. Maybe she was only imagining that he sounded sarcastic.
    What was her problem? Why was she doing this, second-guessing things? She and Jared were blood. They were family. They had a bond, held together by promises and secrets. They had vowed long ago to always be there for each other, and Melanie had broken that promise. Not only that, she had let him down when he needed her most. If she had only been able to provide him with an alibi he would never have had to waste five years of his life in prison. She owed him. That’s exactly what she told herself as Jared closed his menu, ready to order, waiting once again. He grabbed his fork and began cleaning his fingernails with the prongs. At least she wasn’t the one keeping him waiting this time.
    Suddenly Jared broke out in a grin. Not at Melanie, but at someone over her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see a waitress, but instead saw Charlie making his way through the maze of tables. He bumped into someone and excused himself, but then turned and rolled his eyes at Jared as if the elderly man had been in Charlie’s way and it was his own fault for getting bumped.
    Somehow her son seemed to lose his manners in Jared’s company, eager to please his mentor and instinctively knowing just how to do that. He annoyed her when he acted like some bumbling idiot, a puppy doing tricks for its owner. He was above that. Or he should be. Melanie would never call Charlie brilliant but the boy was smart, sometimes too smart, learning with ease the trade of manipulation. That red hair, spiked in all directions,