One of the other full-blood brothers?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. I have my own life and my own family to worry about.” He stopped at the car and opened the passenger door. “And the sooner we can get away from the grip of Mom and the relatives, the sooner we can get on with said life.”
I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. “After all the trouble your mom has gone to, you can at least give her a couple of hours.”
“Three hours tops, then,” he said, his arms going around my waist and pulling me closer.
“And then?” I murmured, my lips brushing his.
“And then,” he said, a contented smile on his lips and love and happiness shining in his bright eyes. “We go find my sister, check that she’s okay, and head on back to that big old house of mine and start making it habitable for the twins.”
“That sounds like a damn fine plan,” I said, and kissed him.
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