Interview with Love by Lisa Y. Watson Read Free Book Online

through several rooms with no sign of his brother. He headed downstairs to the basement and straight into the “Man Cave.” His brother was playing pool and listening to music. When Pierce looked up, he flashed his brother a grin. “Hey, dude. What’s up?”
    â€œToo much,” Vaughn groused going straight to the mini kitchen. Vaughn pulled a beer out of the refrigerator, and then retrieved a bottle opener from a drawer. He flicked the top off and pitched it into the trashcan.
    â€œReally?” Pierce leaned over the table and sank a ball into a corner pocket. “Care to elaborate?”
    Vaughn retrieved his favorite pool stick from a mounted rack. “Not yet.” Ignoring his brother’s game, he started racking up balls. Pierce followed suit. Once they were lined up Vaughn sent the cue ball hurtling down the table. The balls scattered with the force of the collision. They had played two games before Pierce broke the sound barrier.
    â€œOkay Vaughn, you’ve had time to stew, and I’ve allowed you to beat me for some time now. I think you need to tell me what’s going on.”
    â€œAllowed me to beat you?” Vaughn snorted.
    â€œDon’t act like you’re a better pool player than me big brother. I take your shirt every game we play. Chase does too, and considering how often he gets back home I’d say that was pretty pathetic.”
    Vaughn thought about their middle brother, Chase. He was in the Army stationed in Germany. He rolled his eyes. “Not every game.”
    â€œQuit deferring. What’s the matter with you?”
    â€œI had a crappy day. No more, no less.”
    â€œThis is hardly what I would call the norm, bro. Even with the headaches you bring home from work. You’ve never been this…edgy before,” Pierce took his shot. “If I had to bet my money I’d say it was a certain psychologist that’s got you all worked up?”
    Vaughn’s ball missed the pocket by a large margin. Annoyance flashed in his eyes. “Carlton’s got a big mouth.”
    Quit complaining. He merely called to warn me that you’d be in a piss poor mood. Besides, this way you don’t have to repeat how you tanked with the ladies.”
    â€œIt wasn’t ladies,” he clarified. “It was just the one and there’s nothing happening between us.”
    â€œBecause you blew it,” Pierce countered.
    â€œIf you have nothing to input other than sarcasm you know the way out.”
    â€œStop getting so riled up. I agree with Carl on this one. Just flash your pearly whites and combine it with an apology—she’ll be all yours.”
    â€œIt’s not like that. She isn’t one of the superficial women you’re used to dating, Pierce. Sienna has more character, and a higher IQ.”
    â€œDon’t knock what you haven’t tried,” Pierce quipped. My ladies are into a good time. I go all out to make sure they get it, too. No harm, no foul.”
    Vaughn gave up on the pool game. He grabbed his drink and stalked over to the couch. After he flopped down heavily he put his feet up on the nearby ottoman. “Spare me the details, Pierce.”
    â€œI’m just saying—”
    Vaughn looked up. “I wasn’t kidding.”
    â€œSuit yourself,” Pierce retrieved his duffle bag off a nearby table and headed toward the entertainment system. He grabbed the remote for the projection screen and flicked it on. “I brought over a DVD of me commentating on Sports Time last week. You can tell me how you like my new suit.”
    â€œPierce, I love you. You’re my brother and all, but I’m not about to comment on how good you look in a suit.”
    â€œDon’t hate the player,” Pierce laughed plopping down next to him. “This segment has the new sports drink I’m endorsing. Cha-ching,” he pretended to press the spin button on a slot