Connor’s expression was as placid as it could be. “It’s something I’ve been considering. No decision has been made yet.”
“That would be a big step for you,” Thomas said carefully.
“I’m aware of the implications.”
My gaze darted between them, a suspicion dawning. “Have you never had a companion before?”
“In the past, I didn’t wish to be tied down. That has changed.”
I stared at my brother, mute.
The audacity. Of both of them.
Thomas had practically tricked me into accepting Deborah as my companion. Connor had been all too quick to support the move. All this time, I’d thought it was natural.
“Talk about a double standard,” I hissed when I could finally speak through the anger choking me.
“Unlike you, I never had a problem hunting for my next meal,” Connor informed me.
My foot tingled with the urge to kick him. The only thing that stopped me was knowing how useless such an action would be. Might as well save myself the embarrassment.
Deborah fought a smile. “It’s not so bad having me around, is it?”
“That’s not the point,” I grumbled.
Deborah lost her battle with her smile, looking out the window on the other side of the plane instead.
I glared at my brother. I wasn’t going to forget this.
Drake stopped in front of Connor’s couch. “Care for some company? We could maybe get that drink we were planning before Aileen crashed the party.”
The other human skirted past the pair, heading for the back of the plane.
He was quickly forgotten as Drake toyed with the lapels of Connor’s jacket, practically sitting in my brother’s lap.
“That’s it.”
I’d watched enough of this.
Lurching out of my seat, I clambered over the arm of the couch to shove Drake away from Connor.
“Go find your own seat. Connor and I have business to discuss.”
I no longer cared that I was acting like a jealous girlfriend. If I had to watch any more of this flirting, I might gag.
“Such a buzzkill, Lena,” Drake pouted.
“What are you doing?” I asked Connor under my breath as Drake moved toward the back of the plane.
He knew who Drake was.
More importantly, he knew what Drake was capable of.
“I like how bold he is,” Connor said, his gaze lingering on Drake’s back.
Oh lord.
My brother had a thing for the bad boys. This was going to be like dealing with high school era Jenna all over again.
