up.
He loved you to death and I’ve done a piss poor job honoring that.”
I was in too much pain to argue the
semantics of my relationship, or rather nonrelarionship with Remy to Rule yet
again. No one in the Archer family seemed to get that we were friends, best
friends and nothing more. The legend of our relationship had turned into a
monster that I just couldn’t combat especially when the tiny amount I had eaten
for brunch was suddenly crawling back up my throat. I lurched forward and
grabbed Rule’s arm. It probably wasn’t the smartest move since we were going
ninety five on the freeway but I was about to toss my cookies in a car that
cost more than some people made in a year.
“Pull over!” Rule let out a string
of curse words and hastily weaved around a minivan to the shoulder of the
road. I got the door open and practically fell on my knees as I lost everything
in a violent stream on the asphalt. Warm hands pulled my ponytail out the way
and handed me a ragged bandana when I could finally breathe. I took the bottle
of water he handed me and sat back on my heels while the world tilted in a
bunch of different directions.
“What’s wrong?”
I sloshed the water around and spit
it out on the ground away from the tips of his black boots. “Migraine.”
“Since when do you have those?”
“Since always. I need to lie down
in the back.”
He pulled me to my feet with a hand
under my arm and I realized it was the first time in years he had ever
deliberately touched me. We never hugged, never brushed against each other,
never hi fived or shook hands; we were strictly in a hands-off type of
relationship so my system almost revolted at the contact. I groaned as he
practically shoved me back into the car. I was short so stretching out along
the back seat wasn’t a big deal. Rule got back behind the wheel and look at me
over his shoulder. “You gonna make it the rest of the way?”
I threw and arm over my eyes and
placed a hand on my rolling belly. “It’s not like I have a choice. Just be
ready to pull back over if I scream at you.”
He pulled back into traffic and was
quiet for only a minute before demanding, “Does everyone know you get
migraines?”
“No. I don’t get them very often,
just when I’m stressed out or not sleeping well.”
“Did Remy know?”
I wanted to sigh but I just
answered, “Yes.”
He muttered something I couldn’t
hear and I felt him rather than saw him look back at me. “He never told me.
He told me everything, even crap I had zero interest in hearing, he never shut
up about you.”
He was wrong, so very, very wrong
but that was Remy’s secret and even though he was gone I still would go to the
grave with it. There was a lot Rule and Rome never knew about their brother,
things that he was scared to share, things he battled with on a daily basis and
the fact I had migraines and was irrevocably in love with Rule didn’t even
scratch the surface.
“He probably just forgot about it,
like I said I don’t get them very often and when you guys moved to Denver and I
still had to finish high school he probably just forgot they happened because
we didn’t hangout as much anymore. They’ve been worse the last few years.” I
didn’t have to explain it was because Remy was gone and all the stress he
balanced out for me was now my own to deal with.
“That seems like kinda a big deal
to slip his mind.”
“Contrary to what all you Archers
have stuck in your head there was a lot more to Remy than our friendship and
what was or was not going on with me.”
He snorted loudly. “Yeah right.
Remy was a different person after he found you. He was always a good guy,
always the best of all of us but once you came along it was like he finally
found his purpose. You gave him someone to care about without any of the
bullshit baggage the rest of us had. You made him better.”
My heart squeezed so tight in my
chest I