Page 71 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Sorry?
Once more, I’m speechless, wondering who this softer, gentler version of Dorian is.
Or is his pretty behavior all an act to keep me guessing? Or do Brennan’s knuckles have something to do with it?
Dorian’s phone rings, and he excuses himself before stepping outside to answer.
“As I told you, he’s not always a world-class dick,” Brennan says.
“Just most of the time?”
He glances to the door that just closed. Then he grins, taking years off his age and pain out of his expression. “Yeah.”
“So what happened?” When he doesn’t answer, I clarify, “With the wall?”
“You’ll need to ask Dorian about that.”
I tip back my chin. “I’m asking you. You know he’ll never answer me.”
“He needs to.”
“Is it about me?”
“No.” He drags a hand through his hair, and I see a war play out across his face. “Not entirely.”
So I had been involved somewhat? Expectantly I wait, hoping he’ll go on.
But he shakes his head. “He needs to tell you.”
I’ve never been good with vague answers. “Were you defending me?”
“Isla…”
Always he’s trying to warn me, keep me safe. “This is my life now. Please don’t keep me in the dark. I need to know what I’m dealing with.”
For long moments, he doesn’t answer. Then he responds, “I reminded him of a few inconvenient truths.”
“To which he objected?”
He says no more.
“Do I owe his apology to you?”
“Again—”
“I’ll need to ask Dorian,” I finish for him.
“Yeah.”
“I guess better the wall than his face?”
“Always.”
That’s probably as close to an admission as I’ll ever get from him.
Loyalty.He’d said that word last night, and clearly it does run deep between them. I believed him when he told me he’d die for Dorian.
At that moment, my legally wedded husband walks back into the guesthouse, bringing a wave of heat, humidity, and tension with him. He looks between the two of us, and his expression hardens. “Something going on here?”
