“Sometimes I wonder why I don’t kill you.”
He laughs again. “Because if you did, who’d put some common sense in that head of yours?”
“Just hold on to it for now.” I end the call, taking a deep breath to settle my frustration.
I shouldn’t have let her leave last night. After Alexander dropped the marriage papers off at my room, I’d been annoyed with the reminder of what today was bringing me. I’d headed to the shower to cool off.
After I got the water going, I realized having her in the shower with me would be a much more enjoyable way to vent my frustration. When I entered the living room, the door to the suite was just closing.
She was gone.
Her dress was gone and so were her shoes.
I could have caught her, dragged her back, but the realistic part of me took over. One night wouldn’t change today.
She’d done me a favor by sneaking out. We’d said one evening only, but there I’d been wondering if I could keep her at least until morning. Maybe even longer.
I’d let her go.
But then I’d found the coat room ticket on the couch. It must have fallen out of her purse.
“Hey.” Alexander nudges me. “Twenty minutes, then we have to get in place.”
“Yeah.” I nod, stuffing my phone into my pocket.
“You understand, Kaz. If you go through with this, there’s no divorce.”
“I get it.” Always the overbearing older brother. “I read the contracts. I’ve already agreed to all this.”
“Do you think Elana will come home because you’ve martyred yourself on her behalf?”
My hand clenches. I’m getting dangerously close to punching my oldest brother.
“You shouldn’t have let her go in the first place.” I bite out.
“You know damn well no oneletsour sister do anything. She needs time to get over what happened.”
“She thinks she betrayed us and we’ll never forgive her.”
“Yeah, she does. Do you think punishing this woman is going to make it better?”
“I think the DeAngelo family is still alive and well. While our little sister is grieving and hurt.”
He studies me a long moment, then gives me a nod. “Whatever you’re thinking to do, make sure it doesn’t blow up in our faces.”
“I’m not thinking to do anything. I’m getting married.”
Ivan snorts. “Right.”
“Are you going to start in on me now, too?”
“No.” He shrugs. “But I hope you got your fill of the single life last night.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I square off with him. Ivan’s always giving me shit.
“Ivan.” Alexander warns, but in true Ivan fashion he just continues bulldozing his way.
“When Vee was on her way back to our room last night from Max’s room, she saw a woman leaving your suite. No—not leaving, fleeing.”
