“This is unexpected.”
“What did you expect? That I wouldn’t feel bad? I’m not an asshole.”
“That’s still up for debate.”
He scoffs. “What do I have to do?”
I resume my morning coffee affair, enjoying how my brother’s mouth twitches like he has a mouthful of comments ready to go but is trying his hardest to wait for my answer.
“You owe her an apology.” I know damn well I’m not going to get anywhere with her if she can’t trust my brother. And as much as he’s a dick every so often, I love him. I don’t want to cut him out of my life, so he needs to get on board and make a damn effort.
His jaw tightens. “Fine.”
“A real one.”
“Not a problem.”
“Genuine.”
“I got it, Thorn.”
I nod. “And I plan on marrying her, so get that through your thick skull.”
He doesn’t reply.
“Theo?”
“Yeah, yeah. You plan on marrying her. Thick skull. Got it.”
“And have a shower before we go. You smell like a stagnant pond in the middle of summer. I also think your nose is a little crooked.”
“It is crooked, isn’t it?” He touches it and hisses. “That woman is nutty as a squirrel in a peanut factory.”
“It looks better.”
He chuckles sarcastically. “A crooked nose looks better on my face?”
“A definite improvement.”
“You’re the asshole.”
I hold up my arms. “I didn’t punch you in the face.”
A sharp knock interrupts us.
I cross the room and glance through the peephole. “It’s the Quylt sisters.”
“Great.” My brother yanks a long strip of paper towel off the roll.
“And Dani.”
“Lock the door.” He points at me, his tone low. “And slowly back away.”
I smirk. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Don’t you dare let that kooky—”
I pull open the door.
