heâd needed to.
Over the years thereâd been other men, encounters Brand had sought out in order to understand and accept his bisexuality. But there had never been anyone else like Jet. Heâd needed Jet that night in the bar as badly as he had at seventeen.
As badly he had on Sunday, when theyâd kissed like two people whoâd waited years to taste each otherâs lips again. Heâd had no control over his response, and Emily had witnessed that. Brand couldnât forget the look of devastation on her face, the glisten of tears in her eyes. Heâd give anything to change what had happened.
But he couldnât. And he couldnât curse Jet for causing the emotional furor. He could only curse himself. Heâd been unfaithful to Emily. He was still being unfaithful, every time his body tightened with need when he recalled that stolen kiss. He loved Emily. He wanted Emily. And yetâ¦
Jet Durante was, as always, his Achilles heel.
âAh, Dais,â Brand sighed, stroking the horseâs neck. âI hurt our Emily. How am I going to fix it, huh?â
Daisy gave a loud snort, as though scoffing at the idea things could be fixed. Brand was tempted to agree, but something kept him holding on to hope. Emily hadnât kicked him out. Sheâd only kicked him as far as the spare bedroom. Maybe there was a way to get back in her good graces after all.
Hiding out at the beach while her sister visited wasnât the way. Hope might not like him, but he had never gone out of his way to get to know her. Perhaps he was the one who should make all the overtures. It wasnât his thing, trying to get people to like him. He didnât care what others thought. But for Emily, he could make an effort.
In sudden decision, Brand turned Daisy around and started heading back the way theyâd come.
âSo weâve talked about Pennyâs party until we canât talk anymore,â Hope said as she rose from her chair and shrugged back into her denim jacket. âAre you going to tell me whatâs really going on now?â
Emily blinked at her sister. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou and Brand. Thereâs enough tension there to build a suspension bridge.â
Emily rose from the table and transported the cups and plates theyâd used for lunch to the kitchen sink. The activity gave her time to strip the emotion from her voice. âNothingâs going on. Just ordinary couple stuff.â
Like I caught him kissing a man. Thatâs ordinary couple stuff, right?
âThe two of you have never been an ordinary couple.â
Emily turned to face her sister. She ran her gaze over Hopeâs super short blonde hair, the row of earrings in her ears and the rose tattoo that peeked out above the low-rise waistband of her jeans. âSince when has ordinary been the standard as far as youâre concerned?â
Hopeâs lips twitched. âPoint taken. Iâm just checking on you, sis. Youâre always looking after me and Penny, making sure we have everything we need. Itâs time we started doing the same for you.â
A tightness took hold of Emilyâs throat. Her voice came out raspy. âHope, thatâs so sweet and thoughtful of you.â
âAck. Donât bloody cry about it.â Hope grimaced. âThis is why I donât tell you things.â
âYou donât tell me things because youâre afraid youâll shock me.â
âThat too.â Hope brought the condiments theyâd used over to the kitchen counter and slid them toward Emily, who put them away in the cupboard. When she turned back, Hope was leaning her elbows on the counter, watching her with eyes the most unusual blue-green that Emily had ever seen. âSeriously, sis. If Brand has stepped out of line, Iâm perfectly willing to sock him one.â
âYou couldnât take him.â
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