All the brothers could still be jerks sometimes. With our baggage in hand, we return to the house. Wyatt is nowhere to be seen, but Isaac is glaring up the stairs. They must have had a fight. When Isaac sees us coming, his face shifts into a more warm expression, though some tightness still remain
“You can wear it while your other things are at the cleaners,” Beau says. “Beau.” I have so many questions. One, why in the world did he have this gift, ready and waiting, and thought to bring it with him to my parents’ house? Two, in what universe does he think that skimpy lace and string ensembl
“That…” Steven’s voice breaks as a growl rumbles out of him. He clears his throat. “That’s not the nature of our relationship.” Isn’t it though? The lines of our relationship are so fuzzy that I’m not sure what we are anymore, or what we should be. I only know there are three marks on my neck, b
“I, uh…” Words are jumbled up in my head, delaying my response. Neil has ruined his shirt but he makes no effort to clean it up. He’s too busy gawking at me with wide eyes. Mom waits patiently, the hope burning brightly in her eyes. I hate to disappoint her, but as my shock wears off, I realiz
“No,” Neil says. In a flash, his worry is buried behind a mask of calm. He even manages a smile. “Everything is fine. You handled my father perfectly, and I thank you for the compliment to me and my brothers.” “You’re welcome,” Isaac says, though confusion now twists at his face. “But are you cert
Neil doesn’t seem super thrilled by Archer’s suggestion, if his deepening frown is anything to go by. “Even if our father mobilizes something right away, we should still have some time,” Archer says. “Who knows the area better than me?” I add. I don’t mention that I haven’t spent all that much t
Instead, he asks, “What do I get when I win?” His playful mood lightens me and I roll my eyes. He says when I win with such confidence, like he’s so certain that will be the outcome. Overconfident bastard, as always. Still, I enjoy the game. “What do you want?” He makes a show of thinking for
Oh my Gods, I swear in my mind, realizing I’m about to railed against a tree. I guess this race really didn’t have any losers. Archer holds up his hand for me. As if in a trance, I walk toward him and then place my hand in his. His fingers curl around the back of my palm. He tugs me closer, then