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He was right, but understanding the why didn’t make it any easier to process. “Why can’t she just be happy for me?”
“Because she’s too unhappy with herself.”
I looked at him, the profoundness of his words cutting right to my heart. “I did everything I could for her.”
He nodded. “And now it’s time to stop worrying if she’s okay and start focusing on yourself again.”
I tried, but it wasn’t that simple. I didn’t know how to just turn off my concern for someone I loved longer than my memories.
He nudged my shoulder. “Good advice for both of us.” Looping his arm around me, he defused the conversation by minimizing the loss. “Fuck her. Or, better yet, maybe I’ll fuck the waitress.”
I rolled my eyes. The way the restaurant staff fawned over him he could form a harem. “Which one, the blonde or the redhead?”
“Maybe both.”
I elbowed him and his arm tightened, yanking me into a jerky side hug. “You’re such a pig?—”
“Why is it every time I turn around your hands are plastered on my fiancée?” I froze at Hale’s sharp, disapproving tone.
“Hale,” I admonished, appalled that he would make such an accusation, but he remained unfazed.
Voices quieted and guests glanced at us. He was making a scene.
Barrett frowned and lifted his arm off my shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?”
Hale towered over us, scowling with dark disapproval. “Why are you always touching her?”
“We were just talking.”
“Talking like you were talking the other night?”
“Whoa.” Barrett stood and I followed. “Is there something you want to say to me?”
“Hey,” I whispered, trying to defuse the situation.
“Yeah, stop touching my fucking fiancée.”
I grabbed his arm, stunned he would speak that way to his brother, especially in front of guests. Keeping my voice low, I tried to pull him away from the table. “You’re not doing this right now?—”
“This isn’t about me.” He pulled his arm out of my grip. “It’s about the two of you, always whispering, always acting secretive. Sneaking away.”
“Yo, why don’t you ease up?” Barrett snapped. “You’re making an ass out of yourself.”
Hale scoffed. “Right. You put your hands all over my fiancée, I call you out, and somehow I’m the asshole.”
“We were sitting at the damn table!”
Seraphina approached and whispered through a fake smile, “I don’t know what you two are arguing about, but you’re making a spectacle.”
Everyone had stopped talking. Our mothers, Andrew, Tyler, Noah, and Avery, even Remington stared at the three of us wondering what they missed. A scorching heat washed over my face. I could only be grateful that this was a private dinner.
Hale looked around, his composure sliding back into place, but not before Barrett opened his mouth again. “Yeah, why don’t you take a walk and cool off.”
Hale’s glare snapped to his brother. “Because the minute I turn my back you’ll be all over her again.”
“Hale!” I could not believe him.
“Boys,” Remington growled.
