Page 169 of The Holiday Clause
Looking at Grey, Soren shrugged. “I guess you guys haven’t discussed all the details yet.”
“Not now, Soren,” Greyson warned.
“Better watch it, Soren,” Jocelyn teased. “Your big brother staked a claim in front of the whole town. No way you’re getting close enough to make her cry this time.”
“This time?”Scowling, Greyson demanded, “There was afirsttime?”
“She didn’t cry,” Soren said, matter-of-factly, and Jocelyn scoffed.
“Like you would know. A real man would at least stick around to clean up his mess.”
Soren’s expression shifted to panic, but before he could clarify, Greyson took a menacing step forward. “Did you make her fucking cry?”
“Grey, it’s fine.” Wren caught his sleeve. “I told you we had an argument. It’s over now. It’s Christmas. Let’s not fight.”
Continuing to glare at his brother, Greyson tensed, but Soren only looked disturbed by the news. “Wren, can I talk to you for a minute—outside?”
Tightening his arm, Greyson refused, “She’s staying here.”
“What are you, her fucking keeper now?”
Jocelyn’s gaze brightened with anticipation. “Oooh,them’s fightin’ words.”
“Jocelyn, knock it off.” Wrenching Greyson’s arm off her hip, Wren excused herself. “We’ll be right back.” She didn’t stop moving until they made it to the sidewalk, then she turned on him. “What, Soren?”
“I’m sorry if I made you cry.”
“What about the things you said. Are you sorry for that?”
His mouth firmed. “I got pissed. I don’t remember what I said.”
“You basically wished me a miserable life and said I deserved to chase Greyson forever because he’s never going to change.”
“I got angry, and, obviously, I was wrong.”
“You were wrong, Soren. And you hurt me.”
Sighing, he looked down. “I’m sorry, Wren. I got jealous.”
Her defenses came down. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I know. I have feelings too, you know?”
“It’s not like I planned any of this.”
“But you wanted it.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I wanted this for a very long time, Soren. I’m sorry if that’s difficult to hear, but it’s the truth.”
A cloud formed as he blew out a deep breath. “Well, if that’s the case, I hope he’s everything you dreamed.”
“Thank you.”
“We’re okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we’re okay.”
“Let’s go back inside. It’s fucking freezing and I need a drink.”
