Her humor faded. “Wait a minute. I’m just now processing. Ceallach told the twins about Ronan and who he was and that was it? He didn’t tell your mom that he’d told the twins the truth and he didn’t tell you or your other brothers, either?”

“Not until last summer. We figured they’d gone to Happily Inc. to get away from Dad and pursue their art. No one thought anything of it.”

“But what about them? How are they? They were twins for what, twenty-five years, and they suddenly find out they’re not? Poor Ronan, to find out he’s not who he thought. That the woman he thought of as his mother isn’t. Has he met his biological mom? Are he and Elaine okay? Do you guys talk about this stuff now?”

He held up his hands in the shape of a T. “I’m willing to do the girl thing today, but you have to take it slow, okay? Not so many questions.”

To be honest, he didn’t have any answers. Mostly because he’d never really thought about the situation from Ronan’s perspective. When he and Del and Nick had found out last fall, they’d had to deal with who Ronan was, or wasn’t. Not that having a different mother made any difference in the siblings’ relationship. They were brothers and they would always be brothers.

“Sorry. I’m just shocked. Poor Ronan. That had to have been tough for him. And Mathias. I mean they were a team. Special by virtue of being twins. Now that’s gone forever.”

“There’s a cheerful thought.”

“But it’s true.”

Not something he wanted dwell on, he thought to himself. Families were complicated—his more so than most. At least that was his impression. Maybe not. Maybe everyone else was dealing with the same level of crap.

“Do you and Nick ever talk about it?” she asked.

“No.”

“Because you’re men and men don’t have those kinds of conversations?”

He nodded and picked up the pitcher to fill their glasses.

“Maybe it would help.”

He finished pouring and put down the pitcher. “There’s not a problem.”

“Of course there is. Are you seriously going to tell me that your two brothers taking off like that is okay?”

She had a point, not that he wanted to admit it. “Mathias and Ronan have each other. I worry more about Nick.”

The words were unexpected and made him want to swear. Where had they come from?

“Why?” she asked gently.

Hell. “Because he’s not as happy as he seems. He’s working as a manager at The Man Cave, but in his spare time he’s hiding out in his secret art studio. I know he’s doing all kinds of things up there, but he won’t talk about it. He doesn’t want Dad to know. God knows what the great Ceallach would say. How he would be pissed and bring Nick down. Yes, he wants his son to be an artist, but not one better than him.”

Shelby put her hand on his arm. “You should talk to Nick.”

“No.”

“It would help.”

“No.”

“You’re so stubborn. Guys need love, too.”

“Is this really what women do when they get together?”

“Uh-huh. We talk about our problems and our feelings. It’s cathartic.”

“It’s a nightmare.”

She smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”

“If I do, I’ll start to grow breasts.”

The smile broadened. “That’s very sexist of you.”

“I’m okay with that.”

She laughed and took another chip. Conversation shifted to the upcoming Cabin Fever Days and the ice sculptures taking shape in the park.