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Chapter 10: Say Uncle!
Brady needed to take care of this. The sooner he got over Chloe and she him, the better. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. "Hello Henderson?. . . Uh yeah. Good to hear from you too. . . Look, I think I heard Philip was back in town. Is that right?. . . Good, good. . . Can I speak to him please?. . . Alright thanks."
Brady sighed, wondering if he was doing the right thing.
"Hello?" Philip Kiriakis spoke into the receiver. "Brady?"
"Philip!" Brady hadn't spoken to his uncle in years. They'd always gotten along. . . fairly well. "Hey man, how's it going?"
"Good, I guess. I just got back in town about a week ago. I thought you were in Chicago."
"You've been out of Salem far too long Phil," he grinned. "What's it been like five years, man?"
"Six actually. I've been away in California. Hollywood. Great place. I've got a great house in the Hills."
Brady rolled his eyes. For a guy that changed his hair as many times as the wind blew and went through fashion trends faster than his precious Jag, Philip had one thing about him that never changed: he was still the most self-absorbed, high maintenance guy on the face of the Earth. "So what have you been up to?"
"Besides souping up my Jag? Oh the usual. . . working, partying. But Jesus, you gotta get a load of my Jag. She's hot."
"That's great. Will do, man," Brady lied. Suddenly, Brady wondered what the hell he was doing. How could he ever think that he could possibly set up Philip and Chloe? They were from two different worlds. "So anyways, I was actually shot and hit by a car. That's what I'm doing back in Salem."
"Shot? That's a bitch," Philip chuckled. "So, is that why you called? You wanna get a beer or something?"
"Uh, no actually. Ummm. . ." The knocking at the door interrupted him, saving him and giving him time to think of an excuse. Because there was just no way he could do this to Chloe. "Hold up for a second. There's someone at the door." Brady awkwardly stood, grasping his crutches and placing the cordless phone down on the couch. "Just a second," he called out. He made his way over to the door and slid it open. "Chloe!" His eyes widened.
Chloe stood there in her light blue terry cloth robe, her face streaked with tears, her hair down and knotted in various places. She looked a mess. "Brady," she raised her chin defiantly and shakily wiped the tears from her face. "I've been thinking."
"You wanna come in?" He stood back.
"No, no. I don't want to come in. And I don't want to fight with you-"
"Who says we'll fight-"
"I just want to get this out, okay?" She ran a hand through her hair.
"Okay."
"Okay. Ummm. . ." she looked him in the eyes, really looked him in the eyes and like a blossoming flower in spring, her confidence peaked tenfold. "I love you. And I don't just love you. I'm in love with you. And I know you think it's too soon," she added quickly. "And I know you don't feel the same way. I know you don't believe in love. But I can't help how I feel. And trust me this is not easy for me. If it were any other guy, I wouldn't be able to do this. But I don't love any other guy. I love you."
Brady swallowed. He couldn't speak. He couldn't smile. He couldn't think. Why couldn't he just pull her into his arms? Do what he felt? He was a chicken. A fucking coward. He sighed in frustration, his brow furrowing.
"Ummm. . . okay then. This was humiliating." Chloe was already backing away from the door. "Okay, see you tomorrow. Sorry I interrupted whatever you were doing."
Brady only leaned against the door and watched her enter her loft, without looking back. "I love you too, Chloe," he whispered to no one, gazing forlornly at her door. He hobbled back over to the couch, crashing onto it before burying his face in his hands. He would have stayed that way too had it not been for his pea brained uncle shouting into the receiver. "Hey. Hey, sorry Philip."
"What was going on man?" Philip sighed into the phone, miffed.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."
"Did I mention I was at an auto show week before last?"
"Uh, no. No you didn't," Brady said absently, tuning out Philip and thinking of Chloe and what she'd just said. How he could have just stood there like an idiot? He was an idiot, he decided. So maybe, just maybe he should make Chloe forget about him with Philip after all.
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"Ugh," Chloe groaned and buried her head in a pillow. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. But at least it was out there. At least she'd said it. But Brady hadn't said a thing. "Ugh."
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The Next Day. . . Day Before Thanksgiving
Brady adjusted his light blue collar shirt and hobbled over to the couch. He was absolutely exhausted, not having slept a wink and having had a little too much to drink, just a little. Lethargically, he ran a hand through his hair and settled onto the couch, hoping to ease his pounding head. It was the day before Thanksgiving and because they'd all be having Thanksgiving at Tuscany tomorrow, Belle wanted to hold her own little Thanksgiving dinner this evening. Brady wasn't sure he could stand turkey dinner two days in a row; but hell, he hadn't spent very many Thanksgiving dinners with his family. So celebrating two days in a row had to count for something.
If his damn leg still wasn't giving him trouble, he'd have been able to drive himself over to Belle's. But he'd been desperate when Jason and Mimi had left early to help Belle set up dinner. And so he'd called the only person he could: Philip. He couldn't have called Chloe. She probably never wanted to see him again, which was just as well as starting something with her was a mistake. Long distance relationships never worked out. It was going to be so awkward at dinner tonight. Brady was sure of it. There was a knock at the door. "Come on in. Door's open," Brady called from the couch.
"Hey man," Philip Kiriakis stepped inside and looked down at his injured nephew lying on the couch. "What happened to you?" Philip grinned and slapped Brady's leg.
"Aghh," Brady cried out and sat up.
"You look like shit." Philip grinned.
"I told you what happened yesterday, ass."
"Whoa Brady, relax. I meant you look like you haven't slept in days. Cucumbers and yogurt work wonders."
"What?"
"For your bags," Philip rolled his eyes and smiled that fucking dimple- filled smiled Brady had come to despise over the years. "It's just that you look so tense. Maybe you should see my yoga teacher in L.a."
"Yoga?"
"Sure, you'd be surprised at how much edge it takes off. Or maybe you just need to get laid," Philip chuckled and tossed his hair. "Same difference, right? Well, for me it is anyway."
"What the- Can we go yet?" Brady ground out.
"Sure, my honey's outside just waiting for us."
"You brought a date?"
"If you mean my Jaguar S-Type, I sure did. Just gotta rev her up and in no time she's an animal, even in freezing weather like this."
Brady rolled his eyes and fell back onto the couch when a persistent knock sounded at the door again.
"You expecting anyone," Philip asked.
"No." Brady tried to sit up with no luck. "Can you get that?"
"Sure," Philip strolled over to the door.
Chloe stood at Brady's door, smoothing down her brown pantsuit and nervously tugging at her French braid. She'd known he would need a ride over to Belle's house and figured she'd suck up her pride and offer. Besides, she'd needed to speak to him, explain to him that it was wrong of her to pressure him like that yesterday with her declaration of love. They'd never even kissed, and though Brady could flirt out of his ass, he never gave her any indication he wanted a romantic relationship with her. She was shocked, to say the least, when Brady didn't answer the door, but a slim dirty-blonde haired man did instead. "Hello? Who are you? Where's Brady?"
Philip chuckled. "I'm Philip Kiriakis. Brady's uncle."
"You're Philip?" Chloe grinned. "I've heard so much about you. Good to finally meet you."
"You too," Philip tossed his hair. "I've been in California. L.a. House in the Hills."
"That's. . . interesting," Chloe finished, and 'incredibly unnecessary information' she thought to herself.
"You've got great skin," Philip reached out and caressed Chloe's cheek lightly. "Really soft. What do you use for that?"
"Wa. . . uh. . . well," Chloe chuckled, taken aback. "Just the skin care products from Natrabeauts."
"I have a friend, loves the stuff, just loves the stuff. She's a model actually. You know, you're really beautiful. You should come out to L.a. one day and I may be able to hook you up with someone. Get you a good job, well over a thousand dollars a week."
"Well that's very flattering and thanks but no thanks," she had to laugh. The guy in front of her was definitely not heterosexual and seemed pretty open about it. 'So why is Brady steaming over there on the couch,' she thought to herself.
"L.a. doesn't strike your fancy? Know a guy in South Beach."
Chloe playfully batted his chest. "You flatter me. You really do but no."
"Okay, suit yourself, hon," he flashed her his dimpled smile.
Brady watched them from his place on the couch. And though he couldn't hear a word they were saying, Chloe and Philip seemed awfully chummy. "Did she just bat her eyes at him," Brady murmured to himself and leaned off of the couch slightly to get a better view. "Ho, no," he felt himself fall off of the couch and slam onto the hard floor.
"Brady!" Chloe shouted and ran to his side, stopping short of gathering him in her arms, remembering things had been left awkward between them last night. "Are you okay," she crouched down beside him and inspected him for any cuts or bruises.
"I'm fine. I'm fine," he replied, narrowing his eyes at his uncle who smiled over him, offering him a hand up. "I don't need you're help, Philip. I can get up just fine." Brady tried to pull himself off of the floor but after a few failed attempts, allowed both Chloe and Philip to pull him up and push him back onto the couch. He grunted in appreciation, gasping for breath.
"Philip, can you excuse us for a few minutes," Chloe asked softly, never taking her eyes off of Brady.
"Sure," Philip replied. He wasn't the most intelligent person in the world but he could definitely sense the tension. "I'll just. . . be outside, by the elevators."
As Philip closed the door, Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "Brady have you been drinking?"
"What," he asked incredulously. "You can't be serious."
"Well, not only can you not hold yourself up, but you look awful."
"Gee. Thanks, Chloe," Brady bit out sarcastically.
"Look, I didn't come here to fight with you."
"Well, then why are you here?"
"You're an asshole, Brady Black. A jerk. You don't get to be mad. I do!" She began to pace. "You didn't just completely make a fool of yourself and pour your heart out to your best friend. I did!" She turned her back on him and felt herself tear up.
Brady took a deep breath and reached for his crutches, making his way over to stand behind her. How he hated her right now. God, how he hated her. But he hated himself so much more. He hated that she meant everything to him, that he allowed himself to fall in love with her. He hated that he let her fall in love with him. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he knew something was going on between them and he did nothing to stop it. He kept pretending as if she didn't affect him, but she did. God, how she did. She was everything he'd ever wanted, but he'd been too chicken to admit it. Well, no more. He reached out and lightly stroked the back of her head. "I love-"
"No, don't. Don't say it. Don't say things you don't mean, especially that."
"Chloe, I'm not. I mean it. I-"
She slowly turned around to look at him. "Please. Please don't say it. I just want to forget it. I want to forget everything." She looked down at her feet.
"I don't," he raised her chin with his fingertips.
"Well, I do."
Brady chuckled. "Still as stubborn as ever."
Chloe even managed a smile. Only she and Brady could turn the most awkward situation pleasant. She walked into his open arms and allowed him to give her one of those bear hugs she loved. "We're going to be late to Belle's," her voice was muffled against his chest.
"She'll forgive us," Brady squeezed her tighter.
"Philip's waiting for us outside." She felt Brady tense and step back.
"Okay, we'll talk about this tonight." It was more of a question than anything else.
"Yes," Chloe followed him to the door and watched him grab his black suit jacket.
"There you guys are. I was wondering if you were ever coming out of there," Philip smiled and took Chloe's hand, leading her into the elevator. Chloe grinned. Brady didn't. "So are things okay?" Philip asked Chloe as the three rode down to the ground floor.
Chloe took a peak at Brady's hardened faced and noticed the clench in his jaw and his eyes ablaze, though he tried to appear disinterested and stare blankly ahead of him. He was clearly jealous. 'Oh but jealous never looked so good,' Chloe thought and apparently Philip did too. "Things look perfect."
Philip put his arm around her shoulders and bent down to whisper in her ear. "If he weren't my nephew. . ." he trailed off, grinning wickedly.
Chloe burst out laughing, garnering a very dirty look from Brady.
Brady felt as if he would burst. How dare Philip think he could hit on Chloe so blatantly like that? Of course he'd heard what Philip said too. 'If I wasn't his nephew. . . what? He'd been keeping Chloe to himself, that's what. Bastard,' Brady felt his thoughts boil over. 'Great,' he thought. 'Now all evening he'd have to watch Chloe and Philip play kissy kissy face.' But Brady wasn't the only one analyzing his thoughts.
Chloe smiled. Seemed Brady was jealous of his gay uncle. There was no reason to be jealous of course but apparently Brady did not possess gaydar. Chloe would tell Brady what was up but figured this might be a little fun. 'Teehee.'
Philip was thinking too. 'Copa copa cabana.'
Brady frowned and Chloe grinned thinking the same thing: 'This was going to be some night.'
Chapter 10: Say Uncle!
Brady needed to take care of this. The sooner he got over Chloe and she him, the better. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. "Hello Henderson?. . . Uh yeah. Good to hear from you too. . . Look, I think I heard Philip was back in town. Is that right?. . . Good, good. . . Can I speak to him please?. . . Alright thanks."
Brady sighed, wondering if he was doing the right thing.
"Hello?" Philip Kiriakis spoke into the receiver. "Brady?"
"Philip!" Brady hadn't spoken to his uncle in years. They'd always gotten along. . . fairly well. "Hey man, how's it going?"
"Good, I guess. I just got back in town about a week ago. I thought you were in Chicago."
"You've been out of Salem far too long Phil," he grinned. "What's it been like five years, man?"
"Six actually. I've been away in California. Hollywood. Great place. I've got a great house in the Hills."
Brady rolled his eyes. For a guy that changed his hair as many times as the wind blew and went through fashion trends faster than his precious Jag, Philip had one thing about him that never changed: he was still the most self-absorbed, high maintenance guy on the face of the Earth. "So what have you been up to?"
"Besides souping up my Jag? Oh the usual. . . working, partying. But Jesus, you gotta get a load of my Jag. She's hot."
"That's great. Will do, man," Brady lied. Suddenly, Brady wondered what the hell he was doing. How could he ever think that he could possibly set up Philip and Chloe? They were from two different worlds. "So anyways, I was actually shot and hit by a car. That's what I'm doing back in Salem."
"Shot? That's a bitch," Philip chuckled. "So, is that why you called? You wanna get a beer or something?"
"Uh, no actually. Ummm. . ." The knocking at the door interrupted him, saving him and giving him time to think of an excuse. Because there was just no way he could do this to Chloe. "Hold up for a second. There's someone at the door." Brady awkwardly stood, grasping his crutches and placing the cordless phone down on the couch. "Just a second," he called out. He made his way over to the door and slid it open. "Chloe!" His eyes widened.
Chloe stood there in her light blue terry cloth robe, her face streaked with tears, her hair down and knotted in various places. She looked a mess. "Brady," she raised her chin defiantly and shakily wiped the tears from her face. "I've been thinking."
"You wanna come in?" He stood back.
"No, no. I don't want to come in. And I don't want to fight with you-"
"Who says we'll fight-"
"I just want to get this out, okay?" She ran a hand through her hair.
"Okay."
"Okay. Ummm. . ." she looked him in the eyes, really looked him in the eyes and like a blossoming flower in spring, her confidence peaked tenfold. "I love you. And I don't just love you. I'm in love with you. And I know you think it's too soon," she added quickly. "And I know you don't feel the same way. I know you don't believe in love. But I can't help how I feel. And trust me this is not easy for me. If it were any other guy, I wouldn't be able to do this. But I don't love any other guy. I love you."
Brady swallowed. He couldn't speak. He couldn't smile. He couldn't think. Why couldn't he just pull her into his arms? Do what he felt? He was a chicken. A fucking coward. He sighed in frustration, his brow furrowing.
"Ummm. . . okay then. This was humiliating." Chloe was already backing away from the door. "Okay, see you tomorrow. Sorry I interrupted whatever you were doing."
Brady only leaned against the door and watched her enter her loft, without looking back. "I love you too, Chloe," he whispered to no one, gazing forlornly at her door. He hobbled back over to the couch, crashing onto it before burying his face in his hands. He would have stayed that way too had it not been for his pea brained uncle shouting into the receiver. "Hey. Hey, sorry Philip."
"What was going on man?" Philip sighed into the phone, miffed.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."
"Did I mention I was at an auto show week before last?"
"Uh, no. No you didn't," Brady said absently, tuning out Philip and thinking of Chloe and what she'd just said. How he could have just stood there like an idiot? He was an idiot, he decided. So maybe, just maybe he should make Chloe forget about him with Philip after all.
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"Ugh," Chloe groaned and buried her head in a pillow. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. But at least it was out there. At least she'd said it. But Brady hadn't said a thing. "Ugh."
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The Next Day. . . Day Before Thanksgiving
Brady adjusted his light blue collar shirt and hobbled over to the couch. He was absolutely exhausted, not having slept a wink and having had a little too much to drink, just a little. Lethargically, he ran a hand through his hair and settled onto the couch, hoping to ease his pounding head. It was the day before Thanksgiving and because they'd all be having Thanksgiving at Tuscany tomorrow, Belle wanted to hold her own little Thanksgiving dinner this evening. Brady wasn't sure he could stand turkey dinner two days in a row; but hell, he hadn't spent very many Thanksgiving dinners with his family. So celebrating two days in a row had to count for something.
If his damn leg still wasn't giving him trouble, he'd have been able to drive himself over to Belle's. But he'd been desperate when Jason and Mimi had left early to help Belle set up dinner. And so he'd called the only person he could: Philip. He couldn't have called Chloe. She probably never wanted to see him again, which was just as well as starting something with her was a mistake. Long distance relationships never worked out. It was going to be so awkward at dinner tonight. Brady was sure of it. There was a knock at the door. "Come on in. Door's open," Brady called from the couch.
"Hey man," Philip Kiriakis stepped inside and looked down at his injured nephew lying on the couch. "What happened to you?" Philip grinned and slapped Brady's leg.
"Aghh," Brady cried out and sat up.
"You look like shit." Philip grinned.
"I told you what happened yesterday, ass."
"Whoa Brady, relax. I meant you look like you haven't slept in days. Cucumbers and yogurt work wonders."
"What?"
"For your bags," Philip rolled his eyes and smiled that fucking dimple- filled smiled Brady had come to despise over the years. "It's just that you look so tense. Maybe you should see my yoga teacher in L.a."
"Yoga?"
"Sure, you'd be surprised at how much edge it takes off. Or maybe you just need to get laid," Philip chuckled and tossed his hair. "Same difference, right? Well, for me it is anyway."
"What the- Can we go yet?" Brady ground out.
"Sure, my honey's outside just waiting for us."
"You brought a date?"
"If you mean my Jaguar S-Type, I sure did. Just gotta rev her up and in no time she's an animal, even in freezing weather like this."
Brady rolled his eyes and fell back onto the couch when a persistent knock sounded at the door again.
"You expecting anyone," Philip asked.
"No." Brady tried to sit up with no luck. "Can you get that?"
"Sure," Philip strolled over to the door.
Chloe stood at Brady's door, smoothing down her brown pantsuit and nervously tugging at her French braid. She'd known he would need a ride over to Belle's house and figured she'd suck up her pride and offer. Besides, she'd needed to speak to him, explain to him that it was wrong of her to pressure him like that yesterday with her declaration of love. They'd never even kissed, and though Brady could flirt out of his ass, he never gave her any indication he wanted a romantic relationship with her. She was shocked, to say the least, when Brady didn't answer the door, but a slim dirty-blonde haired man did instead. "Hello? Who are you? Where's Brady?"
Philip chuckled. "I'm Philip Kiriakis. Brady's uncle."
"You're Philip?" Chloe grinned. "I've heard so much about you. Good to finally meet you."
"You too," Philip tossed his hair. "I've been in California. L.a. House in the Hills."
"That's. . . interesting," Chloe finished, and 'incredibly unnecessary information' she thought to herself.
"You've got great skin," Philip reached out and caressed Chloe's cheek lightly. "Really soft. What do you use for that?"
"Wa. . . uh. . . well," Chloe chuckled, taken aback. "Just the skin care products from Natrabeauts."
"I have a friend, loves the stuff, just loves the stuff. She's a model actually. You know, you're really beautiful. You should come out to L.a. one day and I may be able to hook you up with someone. Get you a good job, well over a thousand dollars a week."
"Well that's very flattering and thanks but no thanks," she had to laugh. The guy in front of her was definitely not heterosexual and seemed pretty open about it. 'So why is Brady steaming over there on the couch,' she thought to herself.
"L.a. doesn't strike your fancy? Know a guy in South Beach."
Chloe playfully batted his chest. "You flatter me. You really do but no."
"Okay, suit yourself, hon," he flashed her his dimpled smile.
Brady watched them from his place on the couch. And though he couldn't hear a word they were saying, Chloe and Philip seemed awfully chummy. "Did she just bat her eyes at him," Brady murmured to himself and leaned off of the couch slightly to get a better view. "Ho, no," he felt himself fall off of the couch and slam onto the hard floor.
"Brady!" Chloe shouted and ran to his side, stopping short of gathering him in her arms, remembering things had been left awkward between them last night. "Are you okay," she crouched down beside him and inspected him for any cuts or bruises.
"I'm fine. I'm fine," he replied, narrowing his eyes at his uncle who smiled over him, offering him a hand up. "I don't need you're help, Philip. I can get up just fine." Brady tried to pull himself off of the floor but after a few failed attempts, allowed both Chloe and Philip to pull him up and push him back onto the couch. He grunted in appreciation, gasping for breath.
"Philip, can you excuse us for a few minutes," Chloe asked softly, never taking her eyes off of Brady.
"Sure," Philip replied. He wasn't the most intelligent person in the world but he could definitely sense the tension. "I'll just. . . be outside, by the elevators."
As Philip closed the door, Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "Brady have you been drinking?"
"What," he asked incredulously. "You can't be serious."
"Well, not only can you not hold yourself up, but you look awful."
"Gee. Thanks, Chloe," Brady bit out sarcastically.
"Look, I didn't come here to fight with you."
"Well, then why are you here?"
"You're an asshole, Brady Black. A jerk. You don't get to be mad. I do!" She began to pace. "You didn't just completely make a fool of yourself and pour your heart out to your best friend. I did!" She turned her back on him and felt herself tear up.
Brady took a deep breath and reached for his crutches, making his way over to stand behind her. How he hated her right now. God, how he hated her. But he hated himself so much more. He hated that she meant everything to him, that he allowed himself to fall in love with her. He hated that he let her fall in love with him. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he knew something was going on between them and he did nothing to stop it. He kept pretending as if she didn't affect him, but she did. God, how she did. She was everything he'd ever wanted, but he'd been too chicken to admit it. Well, no more. He reached out and lightly stroked the back of her head. "I love-"
"No, don't. Don't say it. Don't say things you don't mean, especially that."
"Chloe, I'm not. I mean it. I-"
She slowly turned around to look at him. "Please. Please don't say it. I just want to forget it. I want to forget everything." She looked down at her feet.
"I don't," he raised her chin with his fingertips.
"Well, I do."
Brady chuckled. "Still as stubborn as ever."
Chloe even managed a smile. Only she and Brady could turn the most awkward situation pleasant. She walked into his open arms and allowed him to give her one of those bear hugs she loved. "We're going to be late to Belle's," her voice was muffled against his chest.
"She'll forgive us," Brady squeezed her tighter.
"Philip's waiting for us outside." She felt Brady tense and step back.
"Okay, we'll talk about this tonight." It was more of a question than anything else.
"Yes," Chloe followed him to the door and watched him grab his black suit jacket.
"There you guys are. I was wondering if you were ever coming out of there," Philip smiled and took Chloe's hand, leading her into the elevator. Chloe grinned. Brady didn't. "So are things okay?" Philip asked Chloe as the three rode down to the ground floor.
Chloe took a peak at Brady's hardened faced and noticed the clench in his jaw and his eyes ablaze, though he tried to appear disinterested and stare blankly ahead of him. He was clearly jealous. 'Oh but jealous never looked so good,' Chloe thought and apparently Philip did too. "Things look perfect."
Philip put his arm around her shoulders and bent down to whisper in her ear. "If he weren't my nephew. . ." he trailed off, grinning wickedly.
Chloe burst out laughing, garnering a very dirty look from Brady.
Brady felt as if he would burst. How dare Philip think he could hit on Chloe so blatantly like that? Of course he'd heard what Philip said too. 'If I wasn't his nephew. . . what? He'd been keeping Chloe to himself, that's what. Bastard,' Brady felt his thoughts boil over. 'Great,' he thought. 'Now all evening he'd have to watch Chloe and Philip play kissy kissy face.' But Brady wasn't the only one analyzing his thoughts.
Chloe smiled. Seemed Brady was jealous of his gay uncle. There was no reason to be jealous of course but apparently Brady did not possess gaydar. Chloe would tell Brady what was up but figured this might be a little fun. 'Teehee.'
Philip was thinking too. 'Copa copa cabana.'
Brady frowned and Chloe grinned thinking the same thing: 'This was going to be some night.'