“That's different,” he protested.
“How, Dalton? You want to explain to your sister, and me, how your comments implying your sister is doing something...improper to make a living has nothing to do with us meeting when I was supplementing my income being a dominatrix.”
Everything went quiet. Like pin-dropping quiet.
I really shouldn't have heard that. Dalton was clearly not happy, and now I had some mental images of my sister-in-law that I couldn't unsee.
“We didn't meet when you were...I didn't pay...”
If the situation had been different, I might've been amused by my brother stumbling over his words. This wasn't even close to funny though.
“No, that was two consenting adults having sex because they wanted to,” she replied. “But you knew what I was doing, and you didn't seem to have a problem with it when it was me, but heaven forbid your little sister act like her own person.”
“You stopped doing that when you got pregnant.”
“I stopped when you and I decided we were going to see if we worked as a couple.”
Something crossed his face, and I decided that I didn't want to be here anymore, not even if Juliette didn't mind.
“Would you have kept doing it if we hadn't started dating? How long would you have kept at it even when you were pregnant with our son?”
I started to make my way toward the door. Neither one even glanced at me.
“Do you want another Sub?” Dalton's voice cracked.
Yeah, definitely time to go.
No matter how freaked out I was about Juliette's revelation, or how unsettled I felt about things between Dalton and me, this was a private conversation that I didn't need to be a part of.