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For the past eight years, he’d wanted to be on TV and in movies. But the industry never made it to South Salmon, and Finn had always dismissed his dreams as something he would outgrow.
Finally old enough to be able to do what he wanted without his brother’s permission, Sasha had been waiting for the right opportunity. A casting notice for True Love or Fool’s Gold had been it. The only surprise had been when Stephen had wanted to come with him on the interview.
“When I get to Hollywood,” he began, playing a familiar game, “I’m going to buy a house in the hills. Or at the beach.”
“Malibu,” Stephen said, rolling onto his back. “Girls in bikinis.”
“Right. Malibu. And I’ll meet with producers and go to parties and make millions.” He glanced at his brother. “What are you going to do?”
Stephen was quiet for a long time. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “Not go to Hollywood.”
“You’d like it.”
Stephen shook his head. “No. I want something different. I want…”
He didn’t complete the sentence, but then he didn’t have to. Sasha already knew. He and his twin might not share the same dreams, but they still knew everything about each other. Stephen wanted to find a place to belong, whatever the hell that meant.
“It’s Finn’s fault you’re not excited about this,” Sasha grumbled.
Stephen looked at him and grinned. “You mean because he’s so hell-bent on us finishing college and having a good life? What a jerk.”
Sasha chuckled. “Yeah. Where does he get off demanding we’re successful?” His humor faded. “Except it’s not about us. It’s about him. He just wants to say he’s done a good job.”
Sasha knew it was more than that, but he wasn’t willing to admit it. Not out loud, anyway.
“Don’t worry about him,” Stephen said, reaching for the magazine. “He’s a couple thousand miles away.”
“Right,” Sasha said. “Why let him ruin our good time? We’re going to be on TV.”
“Finn will never watch the show.”
True enough. Finn didn’t do anything for fun. Not anymore. He used to be wild—before…
Before their parents had died. That’s how all the Andersson boys measured time. Events were either before or after the death of their parents. But their brother had changed after the accident. Today Finn wouldn’t know a good time if it bit him on the ass.
“Just because Finn knows where we are doesn’t mean he’s going to come after us,” Sasha said. “He knows when he’s beat.”
Someone knocked on the door.
Since Sasha was closer, he stood and leaned over far enough to reach the knob. The door eased open. Finn stood there, looking as mad as he had the time the twins had trapped a skunk and left it in his bedroom.
“Hello, boys,” he said, stepping inside. “Let’s talk.”
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