Page 14 of Broken Love

“I’ll be at work!” I shout, hoping that I cause that headache he’s sporting some fucking pain. If he ruined shit with Windsor over this, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive him.

Waiting for the elevator is like torture today. It seems like hours pass as I wait for it to reach our floor, and the longer I stand there, the more my anger grows and finally explodes as I abandon my spot and head back to our place to rip my brother a new one.

“You son of a bitch! Was fucking some random chick worth it?” I barely think I enter Tuck’s bedroom and let my fist fly, hitting him square in the jaw. He tumbles backward, landing flat on his bed, bouncing once before becoming immobile.

“I didn’t,” he grunts, standing up. Anger flares in his eyes. “I could have. Was offered half a dozen times, but I didn’t fucking touch anyone.”

“You just let them touch you.” I saw a lipstick stain on his shirt when he walked in. His casual shrug makes me swing again. This time, he thwarts my shot and lands one of his own in my gut.

“I didn’t fuck anyone!” he shouts down at me.

Standing up straight, I decide I believe him. Tucker has never lied to me before, but I’m still pissed. “It doesn’t fucking matter, you still betrayed her.” My voice is low and calm, and I think it finally sinks in for him that he fucked up by letting someone else touch him because he drops down onto the bed and buries his head in his hands.

“Take a shower, get some sleep, and fucking stay home today,” I tell him, leaving again, this time not waiting for the elevator and taking the stairs to the lobby before heading into the office. I already dread the partial lie I’ll have to tell Windsor because I know she’ll ask where Tucker is. Her concern will be genuine, and I’ll be adding fuel to the already burning fire inside my brother because she will eventually find out. These things always come to light.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I’m tempted to go back and kick his ass until I see Windsor coming up the street, distracting me and stealing my attention.

“Good morning!” I greet cheerfully, pleased to see her after the incident at home.

“Oh, Mr. Graham, good morning. It sure is nice out today.” White clouds pepper the vibrant blue sky as the sun shines brightly.

“Sure is. But, please, call me Tanner. No need to be so formal.” I give her a smile that I hope she takes as sincere. I long to hear my name on her lips. “Unless you call me that because you don’t know which one I am.” She laughs when I wink at her playfully, and I’m instantly addicted to the sound and vow to make it happen more often.

“Actually, I do know the difference between the two of you. It’s in your eyes and the wrinkles on your forehead.” I feign insult at her observation.

“Wrinkles? Am I old enough for those?”

She laughs again as we walk into the building together. “Well, it doesn’t really matter because Tucker is the one with more. Probably from all the scowling he does.” Her playful attitude makes my heart swell.

“This is very true. I try telling him to laugh more, but he just deepens those glares.” Or spends half the fucking night drinking.

The mood sours and she can sense my frustration, so we ride quietly up to our floor. Greeted with a smile and a questioning glance from Kathleen, I shake my head for her not to go there. I can’t handle explaining my brother right now. Not when I’m still so fucking pissed.

“Is Tucker coming in?” Windsor asks after putting her things away and flipping through her paper calendar. “He has two meetings this afternoon and a warehouse call in an hour. Should I reschedule them?”

“I’ll take them. I had planned on joining them anyway.” A lie. I fucking hate lying, but I won’t mess up the business on his account. “If you could go down to the ninth floor and grab the files for me, though?”

“Sure thing. Want a coffee on my way back in?” She reaches for my mug as I nod. “Back in a jiff.”

Jiff? I laugh to myself. The woman has been handed some shit things in her life, and still, she’s so damn pure. Too good for the likes of us.

The sobering thought makes me wonder if Tuck has the right idea. Letting her go. She’s young and has a lot of life left to live. She likely doesn’t want to be saddled down with a couple of men in their thirties. We’re quite a bit older than her. For all I know, that could be a turn-off for her. But damn, the way she responded to us.

I can still feel the way her pussy contracted around my dick when I was buried ten inches inside her welcoming heat. You can’t fake that kind of attraction. It was instant for all of us from the moment we met. I’ve never felt that way before.

“I don’t like that look on your face,” Kathleen mutters from the doorframe as she stares down the hallway. “You guys want her,” she points out. I can’t deny it. “She feels the same. You two chuckleheads need to get your heads out of your asses, though, and step up.”

“What do you know?” I sit up straighter behind my desk as my email starts dinging.

“She’s lonely. She’s fighting her attraction to you two, and she’s suffering with the knowledge that she has two sisters who could change her world, but she’s terrified of ruining theirs.” Sadness envelops me at the thought that she feels like she isn’t worthy of family.

“We’ll get it figured out,” I promise before she goes back to her desk. A minute later, Windsor returns with the files and a hot coffee.

Handing me the steaming cup, she watches me take a big gulp before placing the files on my desk. “This is different.” There’s a spice to it. I usually take my caffeine kick black, but this is new…good. “What’s in it?”

“Allspice and vanilla. I accidentally discovered it when I was baking carrot muffins as a teenager. There was kind of an explosion of ingredients in my kitchen when I dropped a bag of flour, and they spilled into my coffee. Thought you might like it.”

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