Page 51 of The Proposal
I gulp.
What more did he see?
What more did wedo?
My eyes find his. The corner of his lip twitches.
Nope. Move on.
“So what now, Renn?” I ask, forcing a swallow. “What’s the best way to handle this? How do we minimize the drama?”
“It’s a little late for that,” Brock says.
I turn to my brother, my head starting to hurt again. “Brock, I love you, but shut the hell up.”
“Excuse me?”
I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want him to fight with Renn, either. But I simply don’t have the bandwidth to deal with his unreasonableness. My wits are already frayed to the point that they’re about to snap.
Ella tugs on his arm. “Let’s give them some privacy to work this out.”
“The last time we gave them privacy, they got married.”
That does it.
“You know what?” I ask, charging forward. “You’re not helping.”
“Someone needs to help you.You married Renn, Blakely.”
“Easy …” Renn warns.
“Or what?” Brock asks, looking at his friend. “You married her twelve hours ago, and now you’re her protector? Give me a fucking break.”
I can’t take it. I can’t do this again. “Brock … leave.”
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m leaving you. You’re about to be embroiled in another fucking scandal that will make the last one look like a piece of cake. The two of you dragged me into this when you strolled into awedding chapelandgot married.”
“Lower your voice,” Ella says.
He turns to her and lifts a brow.
“Lower. Your. Voice.” Ella glares at him. “I know you’re unhappy right now, but this isn’t about you.”
“This affects me as much as it does them,” Brock says. “They’re both selfish—”
“Donottalk about your sister like that,” Ella says, gasping.
“Ella, don’t …” I say.
“I’ll be here to help you any way I can, Blakely.” She glares at Brock. “But you and I are done.”
“Ella …” he says, watching her storm out of the room. “Dammit. Come back.”
I cover my face with my hands. “Someone, anyone—how do we fix this before we all fall apart?”
Renn takes a deep breath. “We have two options.”
“Name them.”
