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pay for that. Willie fully intended to exact his revenge. If Clyde thought that bygones could be bygones, he was dead wrong. What was that about an eye for an eye? Even better was an eye for a life. Maybe two lives.
    Willie went home and got high, while having a whole new reason to live.

Chapter Five
    â€œHow does a Belgian waffle sound?” Francine asked, while filling Clyde’s plate.
    â€œSounds pretty tasty to me,” he said. His stomach was growling, in spite of chowing down last night on fried chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, and apple pie. Add to that, he’d probably had a little too much of the bottle of sauvignon blanc Trey had broken out. If so, he hadn’t been the only one. Seemed like Ivana had more than held her own in drinking the wine, though she didn’t seem the worse for wear this morning.
    â€œLooks like your brother and I will get along just fine, Trey.” Francine smiled at the two men.
    â€œNever expected otherwise,” Trey said, sitting at the head of the square glass table in the breakfast room. “Clyde always did have a big appetite.”
    Ivana was seated at the opposite end, and Clyde in the middle. He couldn’t help but think that it all somehow seemed a little too formal for his comfort. But he wouldn’t complain. Not after having been forced for so long to eat in a cramped space with a bunch of loud, foulmouthed cons.
    â€œWith Francine here to feed you whatever your heart’s desire, I’m surprised it doesn’t show,” commented Clyde, glancing at Trey and Ivana. “Or maybe because this house is so damned big, I’ve lost some perspective.”
    Trey laughed. “I think your perspective is fine, little brother. The reality is that Ivana can eat almost anything and not gain an ounce. Me, well, I have a pretty good metabolism as do you, but still need a little help every now and then. Having a membership to a good health club does wonders in allowing me to keep the physique under control. Now I just need to find more time to go there.”
    Clyde stuck his fork into another slice of waffle. “Maybe I can get a guest pass or something to the club and check it out.”
    â€œI’m sure that can be arranged,” Trey said, sipping on freshly squeezed orange juice.
    Clyde eyed Ivana, who had been checking him out but was short on conversation. He wondered if she was simply the beautiful, silent type or if it was just him. Maybe it was the ex-con thing that freaked her out, like she had to be wary of him. He wanted to put her at ease. If this was going to work, Clyde didn’t want to have the Missus as an enemy.
    â€œSo I hear you were a model, Ivana . . .” he said coolly.
    Ivana stopped short of biting into a piece of bacon. “Yes, I did model once upon a time,” she said as if it had been ages ago .
    â€œCool. Runway or print?”
    â€œBoth.”
    He smiled admiringly. “I can see that.”
    â€œIvana worked in all the top international fashion spots,” Trey noted. “Paris, London, Sydney, New York, LA, you name it.”
    â€œWow.” Clyde wiped syrup from the corner of his lips, gazing at Ivana. “And you gave all that up for my brother?”
    Ivana turned to Trey. “It wasn’t really that difficult. Modeling can be a hard life. Giving it up for love was a choice I made willingly.”
    â€œYeah, we all make choices in our lives and have to live with them,” Clyde muttered, suddenly feeling sorry for himself. He quickly recovered, determined to put his best foot forward from this point on.
    â€œMaybe so,” Trey allowed. “But it doesn’t mean we have to cling to the past as our lifeline. Mistakes happen and we have to be willing to get past them, if given half a chance.”
    Clyde sensed that he’d hit a sore spot beyond self-pity. Seemed as though Ivana wasn’t quite ready to forgive his brother for the mistake of fooling