Play It Safe

Chapter Three I Owed Him Everything

Fifteen minutes later…

“That works for me,” Casey stated and I stared.

“What?” I asked.

He grinned and I knew that grin.

My brother.

Darn.

“Had a hot one the other night, gonna take another dip in that. Good to have the time and not have to be on the job.”

I told him about what Gray told me, he was made, Gray made me. The situation was hot. We couldn’t proceed.

We had to get out of there.

“Casey, I don’t think I have to remind you but we have five hundred, twelve dollars and thirteen cents. We gotta get on the road.”

His grin didn’t fade even a little.

“Just one night,” he replied.

I shook my head. “No, we gotta go.”

“Ivey,” his voice turned cajoling as he moved towards me, “we got a night.”

“We don’t. We have five hundred, twelve dollars and thirteen cents without a play to make. We gotta get on the road, find a new burg, find a new payday. That takes time. We have a week before we got nothing.”

“Honey,” definitely cajoling, the grin getting bigger, “it’s only one night.”

“One night means one more night’s hotel stay and one day we’re not on the road, a day we lose. We don’t have a night.”

Casey stepped back and his face got hard.

This was not good either.

My life was filled with not good. It happened a lot. And a lot of when it happened was when Casey got this way.

“Jesus, Ivey, what the fuck? It’s just one night!” he clipped loudly.

“Casey –”

“No,” he shook his head. “Fuck that. I liked her. She made me laugh. Spendin’ time with you, love you, sis, you know it,” he thumped his chest, “bottom of my heart, you know it,” he said the last three words leaning in, emphasis made in his tone, his body, his face, emphasis he made often, “but you aren’t about shits and grins, honey. She made me laugh. I had fun. I don’t get that a lot. I’m not askin’ for a week, I’m askin’ for one night. The least you could give me.”

Over the last ten years there were a lot of “the least I could give Casey”.

And just like then, I gave them.

“One night.”

He wasn’t done being angry.

“Jesus,” he muttered, moving away, “why you make me jump through these hoops…” he trailed off and I closed my eyes.

I did it because I learned a long time ago. I kept our bank. I paid attention. I kept us on target. Casey wasn’t good at that.

Casey wasn’t good at a lot of things.

Except taking care of me.

In his way.

And I knew exactly how far five hundred, twelve dollars and thirteen cents would get us in food, gas and hotels.

We had a week.

We didn’t have a day to blow.

But I’d blow it for Casey. I owed him that. I owed him everything.

“Tonight, need you to make yourself scarce,” he declared, lifting the phone out of its cradle.

Oh no.

I was giving him his night, he didn’t get the room.

“No way,” I replied, turning to face him fully.

His still angry eyes came to me. “What?”

“No way,” I said. “You had the room last night. Not again. I was sitting in a bar for three hours and then I was out in the cold. You need a visit with your hot one, you get creative but I get the room.”

He put the phone back in the cradle and returned, “I can hardly bang her in the car. She’s a class piece.”

Right. She was a class piece.

I didn’t believe that for a second.

My brother nailed his fair share of pieces and none of them had been class.

“Then, like I said, get creative,” I replied.

“That is uncool,” he bit out.

“What?” I asked. “We should not be staying an extra day and you know it. You want to have a little fun, laugh a little, enjoy her company, you got it. I gave in. We can’t afford it but it’s yours. You also got the hotel room last night. Tonight, it’s mine. I know you can be creative, Casey. So be creative.”

He scowled at me.

I let him.

I gave in a lot, most of the time I let him walk all over me. I owed him so I gave it to him.

But I wasn’t going to sit in that bar, not tonight, not when Gray could walk in. A Gray who knew what Casey was, what I was. No way. No stinking way.

Casey waited, hoping I’d melt. I did this a lot so he had a lot of hope.

I held his scowl and didn’t melt.

“Fuck,” he hissed, snatched the phone out of the receiver, dug into his back pocket and took out a wisp of paper. Then he looked at it and started punching buttons.

“I’ll give you a second to talk to your girl,” I muttered and his eyes cut to me.

“Thanks, big of you,” he said sarcastically.

I sighed.

Then his eyes went to his feet and his face split in a grin. “Hey beautiful, it’s Casey,” he said into the phone.

I got out of there.