been her adversary. Until now.
The messed up thing is that I want to tell her. I want to tell her why I left, why I couldn’t help her the first night Dill came home, why she had to go through all of this without me. And I can’t, or Alex Wolfe will come after her.
I’m actually curious about what will happen next when we’re interrupted by the last person in the world I want to see.
Brison Wolfe.
chapter 7
HARLOW
I’m just about to lay into Marcus for telling me I’m not going to get the answers I need—I mean, like hell I’m not, that is the whole point of this ridiculous arrangement—when his face darkens and he pulls me close to him.
It’s so sudden I don’t know exactly how to react. I haven’t been this close to him in years. I haven’t felt the heat of him, the hardness of him, the maleness of him. It all overwhelms and bypasses the higher functions of my brain, going straight for my core, and igniting my more animal urges.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Marcus barks.
I blink. It’s only then that I recover enough to look back, to just behind where I’d been standing. There’s a man there, tall and gorgeous, like Marcus, and with light gray eyes, but fair-haired. There’s a similarity there.
Maybe it’s just the shared look of arrogance. I shake Marcus off, annoyed at myself for my moment of weakness, and look between these two men. There’s suddenly a whole lot of tension in the air. And this new man is looking at me, not at Marcus, his eyes appraising.
I shiver and rethink my decision to step away from Marcus.
“Just checking out the neighborhood, seeing what it has to offer,” the man says. “Just like you.”
I look up to see the muscle on the side of Marcus’s jaw tense, but he doesn’t say anything. I feel like I’m about to see a fight.
“Excuse me,” I say. “And you are?”
“This is Mr. Wolfe’s son,” Marcus says, biting off those words as though he hates the taste of them in his mouth. He hasn’t taken his eyes off this other man—Mr. Wolfe’s son, apparently, who I did not know about—but he’s moved closer, so that I stand somewhat back, behind him.
Well. Alex Wolfe's son. That explains it.
The man laughs. “‘Mr. Wolfe’s son?’ That’s cold, Marcus, even for you.” Gray Eyes smiles brilliantly at me and puts his hand out. “I’m Brison Wolfe.”
I’m not normally rude, but I don’t want to shake his hand. I feel like there’s something more going on here than I know, even beyond Marcus’s involvement with the Wolfe family, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being ignorant, I don’t like being out of control. I don’t like feeling crowded by Wolfe men when they’re trying to get me to do something. I just look at Brison’s hand until he puts it down with a shrug.
“Maybe that’s why you look familiar,” I say. “Did you grow up here?”
“They lived out on Long Island,” Marcus says. “Nice big house.”
The change in Marcus’s voice gets my attention. It sounds strained, pulled tight and taut, right on the breaking point. I look up at his face like I expect to be able to read him the way I used to, and I’m only reminded of how much time has passed between us when I don’t know immediately what’s going on his mind. It’s the weirdest kind of near-déjà vu, and it unsettles me. Because the thing is, I can read Marcus’s emotions plain as day, just like I always could. He’s furious, and he’s protective—of me.
But I don’t know why. I have no idea what he’s reacting to, what’s going on his life, what kind of history he has with this Brison. At least not the specifics of it. And this is getting weird. Maybe it’s natural that Brison Wolfe would be in the area, helping his father out while Alex Wolfe is apparently working with the developers to make sure everything goes through smoothly. But Marcus works for Alex Wolfe, too. It’s not like they’re on different sides of the
The messed up thing is that I want to tell her. I want to tell her why I left, why I couldn’t help her the first night Dill came home, why she had to go through all of this without me. And I can’t, or Alex Wolfe will come after her.
I’m actually curious about what will happen next when we’re interrupted by the last person in the world I want to see.
Brison Wolfe.
chapter 7
HARLOW
I’m just about to lay into Marcus for telling me I’m not going to get the answers I need—I mean, like hell I’m not, that is the whole point of this ridiculous arrangement—when his face darkens and he pulls me close to him.
It’s so sudden I don’t know exactly how to react. I haven’t been this close to him in years. I haven’t felt the heat of him, the hardness of him, the maleness of him. It all overwhelms and bypasses the higher functions of my brain, going straight for my core, and igniting my more animal urges.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Marcus barks.
I blink. It’s only then that I recover enough to look back, to just behind where I’d been standing. There’s a man there, tall and gorgeous, like Marcus, and with light gray eyes, but fair-haired. There’s a similarity there.
Maybe it’s just the shared look of arrogance. I shake Marcus off, annoyed at myself for my moment of weakness, and look between these two men. There’s suddenly a whole lot of tension in the air. And this new man is looking at me, not at Marcus, his eyes appraising.
I shiver and rethink my decision to step away from Marcus.
“Just checking out the neighborhood, seeing what it has to offer,” the man says. “Just like you.”
I look up to see the muscle on the side of Marcus’s jaw tense, but he doesn’t say anything. I feel like I’m about to see a fight.
“Excuse me,” I say. “And you are?”
“This is Mr. Wolfe’s son,” Marcus says, biting off those words as though he hates the taste of them in his mouth. He hasn’t taken his eyes off this other man—Mr. Wolfe’s son, apparently, who I did not know about—but he’s moved closer, so that I stand somewhat back, behind him.
Well. Alex Wolfe's son. That explains it.
The man laughs. “‘Mr. Wolfe’s son?’ That’s cold, Marcus, even for you.” Gray Eyes smiles brilliantly at me and puts his hand out. “I’m Brison Wolfe.”
I’m not normally rude, but I don’t want to shake his hand. I feel like there’s something more going on here than I know, even beyond Marcus’s involvement with the Wolfe family, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being ignorant, I don’t like being out of control. I don’t like feeling crowded by Wolfe men when they’re trying to get me to do something. I just look at Brison’s hand until he puts it down with a shrug.
“Maybe that’s why you look familiar,” I say. “Did you grow up here?”
“They lived out on Long Island,” Marcus says. “Nice big house.”
The change in Marcus’s voice gets my attention. It sounds strained, pulled tight and taut, right on the breaking point. I look up at his face like I expect to be able to read him the way I used to, and I’m only reminded of how much time has passed between us when I don’t know immediately what’s going on his mind. It’s the weirdest kind of near-déjà vu, and it unsettles me. Because the thing is, I can read Marcus’s emotions plain as day, just like I always could. He’s furious, and he’s protective—of me.
But I don’t know why. I have no idea what he’s reacting to, what’s going on his life, what kind of history he has with this Brison. At least not the specifics of it. And this is getting weird. Maybe it’s natural that Brison Wolfe would be in the area, helping his father out while Alex Wolfe is apparently working with the developers to make sure everything goes through smoothly. But Marcus works for Alex Wolfe, too. It’s not like they’re on different sides of the
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