Edge's POV
Monday morning, I walked into the clubhouse and found my younger brother, Grant, sitting at the bar.
I stopped.
He lifted his coffee.
“Morning.”
“What the f**k are you doing here?”
“Nice seeing you too.”
Chain looked between us.
“I've missed Sinclair family week.”
“Shut the f**k up.”
Grant grinned.
“Cole called.”
“Of course he did.”
“Then Dean called.”
I pulled out the stool beside him.
“Family phone tree working overtime?”
“Pretty much.”
“Mom call you yet?”
“Three times.”
“Answer?”
“Nope.”
I looked at him.
“Maybe you are the smartest one of us.”
“Told you.”
“Nobody's ever told you that.”
“f**k you.”
Chain slid a coffee toward me.
I took it.
“So why are you here?”
Grant's expression sobered.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“About Ava?”
“Yeah.”
“Then h
