“Yes, but...”“If we’re in it together, we’re in it all the way. I want you to understand the house, the Jeep, the money, everything is ours ...ogether. Our relationship is a partnership. You and I are in it as equals.”“I don’t feel I have as much to contribute as you do. I don’t have any money.”“Baby, it isn’t about money. It wouldn’t matter if I had the money from the lawsuits or not. We wouldn’t be able to buy a house like the one we bought, not right away, but whatever we have is ours. Then, just as they were planning on children, he was gone. The river outside of the property had flooded. He wanted to check the traps any way. The muddy banks couldn’t hold his weight, and before he could cry out, the river sucked him away. The search parties never found his body, but they did retrieve his worn work shirt, shredded, and bloody lying on some river rocks, twenty miles out of town. She still missed him, two years later, and some days she wondered if the pain would ever go away. . Caine dealt another round while I went to the kitchen to get everyone another beer. When I came back, I played waitress and made a great show of leaning over to give each of them their beer. I was wearing a loose-fitting v-neck shirt that showed a lot of cleavage; and I knew that when I leaned over, I was giving them a pretty nice view of my cleavage and bra. I felt relieved when Caine smiled as he glanced down my shirt. I noticed in his face what I hoped was a twinge of jealousy when the other. Ethan was Mark older brother, the golden boy that only reaped success and your ultimate crush. You were crushing on him even before transitioning. He was charming, funny, smart and incredibly hot, he made your knees quiver and your croth tingle. He had the same tan skin that shone golden under the sun and his hair was the same dark shade as his little brother but he wore it a bit longer, on a shaggy cut that made him look relaxed and friendly, like a californian surfer. He was taller than them.