Page 686 of Rock Me All Night
He runs a hand through his dark hair. It's exactly the same way Willow does.
It shouldn't be this weird thinking of them sharing gestures. They are brother and sister.
He motions to the mini bar against the wall to my left. "You want a drink?"
"Nah." I don't want a fucking drop until after the ceremony. I want to remember every fucking moment of it with perfect lucidity.
Drew clears his throat.
I shift my weight from one foot to another.
I'm not sure who's more uncomfortable—me or him. It's tough competition. Neither of us is the family bonding type.
And we haven't really talked about me marrying his sister.
We haven't really talked about me being with Willow.
Well, besides when he caught us post-fuck and threatened to deck me. I don't blame the man for thinking I'm no good. I get the urge to protect Willow. I get why Drew would believe I'm not worthy of her love or affection.
Fuck, at the time, I still thought it.
I slide my hands into the front pockets of my jeans.
He stares at his shoes.
Slowly, he forces himself to look me in the eyes. "I know we've been through a lot of shit. I know we've hated each other at times."
I can't deny that. I nod.
"This isn't going change anything with Sinful Serenade. I'm still gonna fight you every time you try that sell out shit."
"God forbid I keep making you millions."
He chuckles. "It's more the shitty, generic riffs I object to." He runs his hand through his hair. "I… I'm glad you and Willow are getting married."
It's written all over his still supremely uncomfortable face. Drew's sincere. He really wants me marrying his sister.
Heshould.
I love her more than fucking anything.
But Drew's never seen it that way. He's never really been my biggest fan. Or my fan. Period.
"Don't give me that look," he says.
I cock a brow.
"It took a while to get used to the idea of you as a devoted boyfriend. But you… you make her happy. That's what matters." His voice is as sincere as his expression.
"Thanks." Any other night, I'd be pissed at his incredulity. Even if it's warranted. But my heart is too full for that shit.
"I know you won't, but it has to be said—if you ever hurt her like that asshole did, I'll fucking kill you."
"Good."
"I know you won't, but-"
"It has to be said," I agree.
