I know where my twin stands with just a look.
But Finn is controlled. Contained.
The only way to know what he’s thinking is if he tells you directly.
“What did you mean when you promised you’d find the culprit for her?” Finn asks.
I stalk to the fridge, open it wide and grab a beer. “I meant we’d findaculprit for her.” I snap the tab and guzzle the drink. “I didn’t mean Sol.”
“You shouldn’t have agreed to that in the first place. It’s too risky,” Zane scolds me. His eyes are clear. A surprise given the amount of beers he drank before he hopped on his motorbike and took off last night.
Finn and I worried he wouldn’t make it back in one piece but, around two a.m. he sauntered in, smelling like sex, perfume and anger. We didn’t ask how he worked out his frustrations, but the truth came out pretty early.
His cheerleader of choice giddily posted a picture of him from behind.
Butt-naked.
Damn airhead had my brother’s cheeks plastered all over Jinx’s app by morning.
Zane doesn’t care.
But I do plan to have that airhead kicked off the cheerleading squad. If she doesn’t understand that discretion is a must when she spends the night with one of us, then I’ll make it my mission to teach her that lesson.
“You might have forgiven Cadence for taking a bat to everything in this room,” Finn says calmly. “But that doesn’t meanwehave.”
“You have a problem?” I growl.
He lifts a shoulder in a careless shrug.
“Finn’s right. You got your pound of flesh from her. We agreed she paid her debt after giving up the goods.” Zane licks his lips. “We’re square. But she doesn’t belong in here after she disrespected our space.”
“Enough.” I lift a hand.
Finn draws one knee up and rests his long arm on top of it.
“Why the hell are you so sensitive about her?” Zane accuses. “Does she have something on you?”
My eyes slide over my twin’s.
“Or is there some kind of magic between her legs because if so—”
“Cadence is my fiancée,” I say sharply.
Both of my brothers fall silent.
Zane’s jaw is on the floor.
Finn’s eyes narrow to sharp slits.
I smile. Even though my brain is running on overdrive and there’s a giant freaking wall between me and Cadence in a wedding dress, it’s still a mind-blowing occasion.
My fiancée.
Damn.
It’s right. It’s perfect.
“Did you fall and hit your head?” Zane stammers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”