The man pushed his glasses to the top of his head, and the breath hissed from Ethan's throat.
“No way!”
“My god, is that Brad?” Annabelle looked stunned.
Ethan nodded.
“Brad your brother, Ethan?” Macy asked.
“The very one.”
He had the Gelderman blue eyes, Macy realized as he drew closer, and the long dark lashes and brows. His face was made up of the same angles and planes as Ethan’s, but on this man, Brad, the result was more fierce than handsome. The word warrior slipped into her head.
“Wow,” Annabelle whispered. “He's gorgeous.”
“He is,” Ethan whispered back, apparently unconcerned that his new bride thought another man gorgeous.
“Ethan.” Brad held out his hand, and his brother took it, shock clearly evident on his handsome face.
“Two years, Brad. I haven't heard a word for two years, and then you suddenly appear.”
Brad's smile was small, and added a whole new level of disturbing as far as Macy was concerned. She was sure that for some women, the man was a walking fantasy. Scuffed and worn leather boots on his large feet, faded jeans hanging low on his hips, and the white t-shirt hugged some serious muscles.
Swallowing, Macy tried to drag her eyes away but couldn't manage it. When was the last time a man had made her react this way? It was as if someone had reduced the oxygen available by half, and she was struggling to inhale.
Was she coming down with something? Billy’s day care had told her there was a stomach flu going around. She hoped this wasn’t the onset.
“I lost my phone, and when I replaced it I didn't have your number.”
His voice was deep and sexy. Not sexy, Macy silently amended. Just deep.
What the hell is the matter with me?
“I'm sure one of the family had my number,” Ethan said.
“Now is not the time for this conversation, Ethan. I came to Howling because I thought it was time to reconnect, and as it happened it was your wedding day, so I'd say that was pretty good timing, wouldn't you?”
Macy's eyes reluctantly switched to Ethan, who was struggling with the reappearance of his long-lost brother.
“You're right, and I am glad you’re here. Hope and Taylor are around somewhere.”
“A real family reunion.”
Brad had his brother's silky Texan drawl, and it traveled up and down Macy's spine like liquid honey.
Liquid honey?Surely she was sick?
“They have to head out later, as Taylor has work and Hope needs to get back, but I’d like you to stay, Brad. Will you?”
Brad nodded. A lock of black hair fell over his eyes, and she watched a large hand push it back.
“I can do a day or two.”
His eyes moved to Macy next, brushing over her face before returning to Ethan, and only then did she exhale.
“So welcome to the family, Mrs. Gelderman.”
Brad was talking with Annabelle now.
