responded.
For some reason, the tone in Zane’s response sounded angry. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never heard that tone from him before. What had set it off?
I carried everything in on a tray and went back into the room. Marco was on the sofa, his legs spread, smirking at Milan who was propped up on the arm of the sofa. Zane still stood, arms crossed over his massive chest and staring at Marco as if he’d like to take him apart. One painful inch at a time.
I handed Marco his coffee and he winked at me. I peeked over at Zane and saw his eyes narrow.
He looked jealous, but of what? I was guessing Marco said something he didn’t quite like. I sat down next to my brother, glaring and narrowing my eyes at him. Marco only glared back at me.
“Thanks. I was just telling Zane how close you and Brandon have become lately,” Marco kindly shared. He was such an arse; I could just punch him. I looked over at Milan and saw her roll her eyes.
At that point, Zane came forward and sat on the other side of me, slinging his arm over my shoulders.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I shrugged, sipping my wine.
“You look flushed, that’s all.” I wanted to hide. Flushed? Hell, I was damn near on fire with Zane sitting so close to me. I could smell that scent of his, and it drove my libido crazy. “I’m fine. I’m more interested in hearing what Marco told you about Brandon.”
“He didn’t say anything that’s not true, Mia. You do spend a lot of time with him, you know,” Milan said. Of all the times to agree with Marco, she had to go and do it then.
“No, I don’t! It’s only for the odd coffee here and there.”
It was odd I’d never been attracted to Brandon. He really was a good-looking guy; handsome actually with his sandy-blond hair and dimples. And he had dreamy, brown eyes. They were so dark you could barely make out the pupils. But in the short time I’d known him, I’d never felt even the slightest bit turned on by his flirtations.
Zane, on the other hand, had only to look at me to get my motor going. Which was frustrating as hell, because I had the feeling Brandon would be way easier to handle.
“I’m thinking he’s almost ready to ask you to marry him. Think she’ll say yes, Zane?” Marco was asking for trouble by teasing Zane about Brandon. “I think she’d be crazy not to marry him.”
I heard Milan laugh. God, Marco was full of shit.
“Nah, I take that back. You’d drop-kick him with that temper you have when you get riled.” He gave a mock shudder.
“Oh, please. Mia is as sweet as a lamb.”
Marco rolled his eyes. “Yeah, compared to you, Milan, anyone would be sweet.”
Milan reared back. “Me? What? I can be sweet, Marco, can’t you remember?”
He ignored her, returning his attention to me. Zane still had not spoken a word, but he was tense and stiff beside me. “Oh, I’ve seen your temper, Mia. You’re not to be fooled with when you’re pissed.”
I smacked him in the chest. “Piss off. I think it’s time you headed home, brother dear,” I told him.
Marco took one last sip of his coffee, set the cup on the table, and then stood. “Thanks for the coffee.” He leaned down to peck me on the cheek.
“‘Bout time you left,” Zane growled, his voice a cold bite of steel. “And you can quit with the innuendos about Brandon and Mia. It ain’t ever happening.”
“You should know Marco by now; he is always teasing. I wouldn’t take anything he says seriously,” Milan announced. She turned to Marco and said, “If you’re leaving, you may as well walk me to my car.”
“What, you trust me to walk you to your car?” A look of shock spread across Marco’s face.
“Just hurry up,” Milan scolded him.
Marco held out his hand and in a too-chipper voice teased, “It’s been a very interesting visit, Mia. I’m glad you’ve got Grumble Bum to look out for you.”
I wanted to throttle him if he didn’t leave
For some reason, the tone in Zane’s response sounded angry. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never heard that tone from him before. What had set it off?
I carried everything in on a tray and went back into the room. Marco was on the sofa, his legs spread, smirking at Milan who was propped up on the arm of the sofa. Zane still stood, arms crossed over his massive chest and staring at Marco as if he’d like to take him apart. One painful inch at a time.
I handed Marco his coffee and he winked at me. I peeked over at Zane and saw his eyes narrow.
He looked jealous, but of what? I was guessing Marco said something he didn’t quite like. I sat down next to my brother, glaring and narrowing my eyes at him. Marco only glared back at me.
“Thanks. I was just telling Zane how close you and Brandon have become lately,” Marco kindly shared. He was such an arse; I could just punch him. I looked over at Milan and saw her roll her eyes.
At that point, Zane came forward and sat on the other side of me, slinging his arm over my shoulders.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I shrugged, sipping my wine.
“You look flushed, that’s all.” I wanted to hide. Flushed? Hell, I was damn near on fire with Zane sitting so close to me. I could smell that scent of his, and it drove my libido crazy. “I’m fine. I’m more interested in hearing what Marco told you about Brandon.”
“He didn’t say anything that’s not true, Mia. You do spend a lot of time with him, you know,” Milan said. Of all the times to agree with Marco, she had to go and do it then.
“No, I don’t! It’s only for the odd coffee here and there.”
It was odd I’d never been attracted to Brandon. He really was a good-looking guy; handsome actually with his sandy-blond hair and dimples. And he had dreamy, brown eyes. They were so dark you could barely make out the pupils. But in the short time I’d known him, I’d never felt even the slightest bit turned on by his flirtations.
Zane, on the other hand, had only to look at me to get my motor going. Which was frustrating as hell, because I had the feeling Brandon would be way easier to handle.
“I’m thinking he’s almost ready to ask you to marry him. Think she’ll say yes, Zane?” Marco was asking for trouble by teasing Zane about Brandon. “I think she’d be crazy not to marry him.”
I heard Milan laugh. God, Marco was full of shit.
“Nah, I take that back. You’d drop-kick him with that temper you have when you get riled.” He gave a mock shudder.
“Oh, please. Mia is as sweet as a lamb.”
Marco rolled his eyes. “Yeah, compared to you, Milan, anyone would be sweet.”
Milan reared back. “Me? What? I can be sweet, Marco, can’t you remember?”
He ignored her, returning his attention to me. Zane still had not spoken a word, but he was tense and stiff beside me. “Oh, I’ve seen your temper, Mia. You’re not to be fooled with when you’re pissed.”
I smacked him in the chest. “Piss off. I think it’s time you headed home, brother dear,” I told him.
Marco took one last sip of his coffee, set the cup on the table, and then stood. “Thanks for the coffee.” He leaned down to peck me on the cheek.
“‘Bout time you left,” Zane growled, his voice a cold bite of steel. “And you can quit with the innuendos about Brandon and Mia. It ain’t ever happening.”
“You should know Marco by now; he is always teasing. I wouldn’t take anything he says seriously,” Milan announced. She turned to Marco and said, “If you’re leaving, you may as well walk me to my car.”
“What, you trust me to walk you to your car?” A look of shock spread across Marco’s face.
“Just hurry up,” Milan scolded him.
Marco held out his hand and in a too-chipper voice teased, “It’s been a very interesting visit, Mia. I’m glad you’ve got Grumble Bum to look out for you.”
I wanted to throttle him if he didn’t leave
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