The tension radiating from Sam felt like ants crawling over Wiley's skin.
In the old days, he'd envied the intimacy that the brothers shared, but that hadn't lasted long. Footloose and fancy-free was Wiley's jam.
He told himself that he liked women, all women, way too much to hold himself down to just one. Truth was, when he stayed with any one woman too long, he couldn't breathe. It felt like his skin was on too tight.
Whatever.
Another truth was that if either brother died, the other would follow.
And that was a road Wiley didn't want to travel.
