Blake watched him for a moment, and then felt as though an actual lightbulb had just lit up over his own head.
He gave Rusty his softest, cutest doe eyes, leaning forward to rest his chin in his hands.
He had no right to ask Rusty for anything else, but he was going to, anyway. If he wanted to be a better brother, now was a good time to start.
“Rusty…”
“No,” Rusty said, his eyes widening.
“Literally anything you want,” Blake said. “I will make this up to you, there’s nothing I’ll refuse to do in exchange. Please. You’re my only hope.”
Rusty wet his lips, his gaze darting between Blake’s face and the kitchen door, as though he was expecting to be rescued.
“Literally anything,” Blake repeated. “Whatever you want.”
Rusty bit his lip.
Blake reached out, resting a hand on his knee and squeezing gently. “Please, honey?”
“Dammit.” Rusty sighed. “Okay, fine. But not for your sister. Foryou, because you’re asking me.”
Blake didn’t care why Rusty was doing it, as long as he did it.
“You’re the best husband a man could ask for,” Blake said, grinning up at him.
Rusty stood, squaring his shoulders. “I’ll be back soon. I hope.”
Blake frowned. “Where are you going?”
“You want me to play, I need to track down a guitar,” Rusty said. He swooped down as he walked past Blake, kissing him on the cheek and walking on as though it wasn’t the sweetest thing he’d ever done.
“Blue’s my favorite color,” Rusty called back as he headed out the front door.
Blake’s stomach flipped over, remembering that Rusty must have heard that part of his and Megan’s conversation, too.
He was going to enjoy making this up to him.
