Shirtless.
I slowly lowered my mug.
He had changed.
Greg walked into the kitchen… Shirtless.
He’d actually been wearing a shirt and had removed it.
Greg leaned against the counter.
“So, Brittany, take a look. Not bad for a guy who’s almost fifty, right?”
Brittany clicked something on her laptop.
“Yeah. Sure.”
He’d actually been wearing a shirt and had removed it.
Greg grinned.
“I’ve been working hard.”
“Oh.”
“Forty-five pounds.”
“That’s great.”
Brittany opened another spreadsheet even though we hadn’t finished the first.
“I’ve been working hard.”
Greg either didn’t notice or chose not to.
“I used to hate taking my shirt off. Now I figure, why not?”
I watched my sister study cell F17 like it contained instructions for disarming a bomb.
“Greg,” I said.
He kept talking.
“I used to hate taking my shirt off. Now I figure, why not?”
“You’ll probably never meet another man my age with a body like mine.”
Brittany finally looked up.
Greg smiled.
“So go ahead and admire me. You’re lucky to have a brother-in-law like this.”
That did it.
“You’re lucky to have a brother-in-law like this.”
I closed my laptop.
“You know what, honey? You’re right.”
Greg looked pleased.
