Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Page A

Alex?” asked Barrett, leaning over Kate to join the conversation.
    “Wes wants to know what we think of the Rousseau’s.”
    From across the table, Stratton’s head snapped up from canoodling with Valeria. “We think they’re assholes.”
    Alex chuckled and lifted his glass to toast Stratton.
    “Jax and Mad aren’t all bad,” said Kate, lifting her chin. “I’ve always liked them.”
    “I’m not talking about Jax and Mad,” clarified Weston. “Or Ten. Everyone knows he’s a dick.”
    Stratton’s eyes narrowed as he nodded emphatically, but when Valeria leaned up and kissed his cheek, his whole expression changed on a dime and he beamed down at her with wonder and tenderness.
    “Étienne’s the worst of the bunch,” agreed Alex, throwing back a hefty sip of scotch and winking at Kate.
    Weston wasn’t sure what was going on between Alex and Kate, but now wasn’t the time to find out. J.C. Rousseau was Barrett’s age, which meant that Barrett probably knew him best. He leaned over Kate a little. “Barrett, what’s J.C. like?”
    “Solid businessman. Good with figures. Brokers international deals between—”
    “Sweetheart,” said Barrett’s fiancée, Emily, gently. “That’s not what Wes is asking.”
    “What’s he asking?”
    Emily’s eyes widened and she licked her lips.
    “Oh,” said Barrett, his whole body shifting closer to Emily. “Oh.”
    “Barrett?” said Weston. “I’m over here.”
    Barrett turned back to Weston, but his eyes were darker and Weston noticed his hand snake out and grab Emily’s, pulling it possessively into his lap.
    “What’s he like with women? Charming. Smooth. He dated Hope for a while before Alex did. But, I don’t hear bad things about him. He’s certainly no Étienne…”
    Kate cleared her throat, and stood up, excusing herself to go to the bathroom, which meant that Weston could lean over her seat to talk to Barrett.
    “…but he’s no choirboy either,” finished Barrett.
    “Speaking of the Rousseau’s,” said Jessica, “did you hear that Étienne Rousseau was in an accident last night?”
    Fitz, who sat beside her, nodded. “I did. I heard it was pretty bad, but I don’t know any details.”
    Jessica grimaced, running her finger around the rim of her wineglass. “I don’t want to spread gossip, but Brooks told me the police found his car wrapped around a tree and Ten was completely unconscious.”
    “Jesus,” exclaimed Stratton, shaking his head and looking down at the table.
    “That’s terrible,” offered Emily.
    Jessica nodded, and they all settled into a maudlin silence, contemplating Étienne Rousseau, who wasn’t a good person, but didn’t deserve life-altering injuries.
    “Wow. Moody bunch. What’d I miss?” asked Kate, returning to the table.
    “Nothing,” said Alex quickly.
    “Absolutely nothing,” added Stratton on top of Alex.
    “Hey, Wes,” asked Daisy, looking eager to change the subject. “What do you think of Molly?”
    “Mol-ly!” said Kate in that teasing, singsong voice that girls always used when talking about potential love interests for their brothers or male cousins.
    “Ohhhh,” said Alex. “Molly? Is that her name? Is that who I have to thank for this?” He pointed to his lip, giving Weston a sour look.
    “I’ll make it better, baby,” said Jessica, palming Alex’s face and kissing him gently.
    Weston rolled his eyes. “Can you two get a room? I’m sure Alex’s is free. And hey! In about ten minutes, I’ll come knocking on the door to interrupt you two for more pictures. How about it?”
    “We’d be done by then,” said Alex in a low, throaty voice, before kissing his fiancée again.
    Because Alex and Jess were dissolving into a full-blown make-out session, Weston looked up at his new sister-in-law. “She’s great, Daisy.”
    “I know.”
    “How did you two meet?”
    “We’re in a drama club together in Bryn Mawr, near where she lives. Neither of us was cast this season so we