Maddox’s gaze shifted between them. Tobias could tell he was assuming they’d slept together. Tobias was still in his jeans and Harper had on her sweats, but he was shirtless, they were both barefoot and their hair was mussed—not to mention she’d been holding the bedding when he arrived as though she was eager to stash the evidence.

Hoping to shield her, Tobias stepped between them. “I’d offer you breakfast, but…”

Fortunately, Maddox got the point. “Right. No. I’ve got a lot to do today, anyway. I just… I wanted to tell you something.”

The now somber tone of Maddox’s voice piqued Tobias’s interest. He knew when his brother had something important to say. “What’s that?”

“Uriah’s son was picked up for a DUI last night.”

Tobias wasn’t surprised. The only surprise was that his brother would know about the incident before he did. “Did Uriah call you or—”

“No. He wasn’t even aware of it until I told him a few minutes ago.”

“What happened?”

“Carl ran a red light and nearly T-boned Atticus.”

The mention of Atticus made Tobias stand taller. He remembered his conversation with Maya at the cookie store and what he planned to do for her other uncle—if Atticus wanted to hike Yosemite as she claimed. He’d been so distracted by Harper he hadn’t thought of a way to approach Atticus about it yet, but he still wanted to. “Is Atticus okay?”

“He’s fine. They didn’t actually collide. But Atticus crashed into a parked car when he veered away and had to call me to come get him. He didn’t want to wake his mother and upset her.”

“Where is he now?”

“At home, I guess. That’s where I took him. A tow came for his truck. It’s not drivable at the moment but should be fixed in a week or so.”

“Carl’s insurance will cover it?”

“If he has coverage. Otherwise, Atticus’s will kick in.”

So Atticus wouldn’t lose his autonomy. That also came as a relief. Since his vehicle was equipped with hand controls and a lift for his wheelchair, it wasn’t as though it would be as easy to replace as a regular pickup, so he was glad it could be repaired. “What happened to Carl? Anything?”

“Not a scratch. The cops came, took him to jail and impounded his vehicle.”

“And now?”

“I assume he’s still in jail, since Uriah didn’t know what happened until I told him.”

Tobias shoved his hands in his pockets. “How’d he take the news?” He’d been trying to talk some sense into the old man last night. He thought this incident might help, but he knew it would also be disappointing for Uriah to hear.

Maddox sighed. “He took it as well as could be expected.”