Follow Your Heart

**Nicky's POV**

We sat around the table, enjoying dinner. Gemma and I kept giggling at Harry who had never really been exposed to a proper Southern meal cooked for hungry men coming in from a day’s work on the ranch. I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head when he saw how much food Dylan piled up on his plate. I’d learned a long time ago that portion control was the best option, but when I was out running cattle with the guys I could pack in the food too.

“So, what’s the news you have for us, Nicky Marie?” Daddy asked. I looked at Gemma and she patted my leg and whispered,
“Go on, rip off the bandage.” I took a deep breath, pushed my hair behind my ears and said,
“I’ve been offered a job. A great opportunity to really do some great things and I’ve decided to take it.”
“Oh? What kind of job?” I glanced at Harry and took another deep breath.
“Harry has asked me to help him set up and run his new charity foundation. I’ll be the director. I’ll be doing so much more than I am now. And I will get to see a lot of the places that I have worked so hard for.”
“Oh!” Momma cried, “Baby girl, that’s wonderful!” She was just beaming with pride. Daddy smiled and said,
"Well, that’s great, sweetheart. I know this is something you have wanted to do for a while. You will be great.” I looked over at Dylan and he was just staring at me. I looked him right in the eyes, waiting for his reaction. As if on cue, he asked,
“So, does this mean you are going to move?”
“Yes, I will be moving to London in a couple of months. I need to tie up loose ends here and we need time for a work Visa to process, we’ve already started that process though.”
“London?” Daddy said.
“Yes, that’s where Harry lives. And where we will be based.” Dylan looked at Harry then back at me, “Where are you going to live? Sis, I don’t like this. When are we going to see you? London? I hate you living in San Antonio, and you want to move to another country?” Gemma spoke up before I could say anything.
“Dylan, she’s going to live with me. I have a house that is too big for just me anyway. I need a roommate. Your sister is a grown woman that can take care of herself. And she’s traveled to third world countries before, I think England is going to be ok.”
“I didn’t like her traveling to those places any more than I like this idea.”
“Dylan, I’m not asking your permission. I’m doing it. I’d like you to be happy for me. This is my work, it’s important to me. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for you to be god damn supportive instead of treating me like I’m sixteen!”
“Nichole…” Momma said softly, “we don’t swear at the dinner table. Dylan, you apologize to your sister this minute, and her friends.”

Dylan pushed himself away from the table and stormed out the back door, slamming it as he went.

Notes

Sorry this part is so short, I tried to tack it on to the last chapter but it would not post. Hope ya'll are enjoying this and I will try to get more posted in a few days. Brothers, huh? :)

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