was too tired and too pissy to care. And Nathan’s level-headed approach to this conversation was real irritating right about now.
“If Stella did say anything to Kat, it was probably out of concern, but I’m still not convinced she said anything to anyone. She loves you, Danny, and would never talk shit behind your back. Not like that. Come on, you know her better than that.”
Danny exhaled a long, hard sigh.
Yeah, he did.
“I’m sorry, man.” Danny stared out at the darkened city scenes passing by. “You’re right. I know Stella would never purposefully say nasty shit behind my back. It just pisses me off the way her sister treats me.” Danny turned back, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s just freaking me out, because if my ability to charm the opposite sex wears off, I’m screwed. As you know, it’s my only real talent in life.”
“No, it’s not, but it’s definitely one of your better-developed, that’s for damn sure.” A few moments of silence passed before Nathan said, “Listen, if you want my opinion regarding Kat – and even if you don’t – here it is: I’ve told you before that she is not like the women you typically spend time with. She says what she means, holds other people, and herself, to high standards, and dislikes nonsense. She’s also smarter than both of us put together and very, very guarded.” Nathan paused. “What I’m trying to say is, I wouldn’t take her behavior personally. Stella can’t figure out what Kat’s thinking or feeling half the time and Stella’s damn near psychic that way.”
“I don’t take it personally,” Danny lied, to himself and to Nathan. “But it does aggravate the piss out of me. Being an emotional cripple is one thing, but being a total bitch for no reason is another.” Danny gestured toward Nathan. “Look at you. You’re the biggest emotional cripple I’ve ever met and somehow you manage to…” At Nathan’s quirked brow, Danny started laughing. “Yeah, okay, I see your point. You just come off as a dick to everyone instead of a bitch. Now I see why you guys get along so well.”
“We do have a lot of the same personality traits, and, to be honest, I find dealing with her very easy. I love Stella more than life itself and her family is my family now, but dealing with them can be exhausting. When I interact with Kat, there’s no mindless blathering, endless hugging, or illogical displays of emotion. If she has something to say, she says it in a straight-forward, practical manner, and, if she doesn’t, she doesn’t say anything at all.” Nathan grinned. “It’s like heaven on Earth.”
“I can’t help but notice you married Stella, though. Because, no matter how wonderfully direct and logical Kat is…” Danny said, rolling his eyes. “You fell head over heels for her loud, wild, affectionate sister. It’s not Kat you couldn’t keep your hands off of, it wasn’t Kat you married, and it sure as fuck wasn’t Kat’s name you tattooed across your chest. Because nobody wants to spend their life with a cold fish like Kat Ciaramitaro – even someone exactly like her.”
“You can’t help who you fall for, brother.” Nathan scoffed. “Trust me, I wish I would’ve fallen in love with Kat. My life would have been a whole lot easier. And cleaner. And quieter. Pretty sure Kat wouldn’t be waking me up in the middle of the night ‘just to hold each other’ and discuss shit so ‘we can feel more emotionally connected.” His tone suggested irritation, but Nathan’s barely discernible smile belied his adoration for his wife. “But that’s not how it works, you know? You love who you love. And, by the way, I think you’re being extremely hard on Kat. She’s not cold, she’s just very guarded. There’s a big difference. And don’t forget that she is also dealing with a serious illness. There’s a lot going on that you don’t see.”
Danny waved off Nathan’s assessment. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s talk