Page 124 of Claimed By The Other Brother

I set down my glass. "Actually, there's something I should tell you both."

They wait.

"Scarlett and I are involved."

The silence stretches for a beat. Then Jeff laughs.

"You're joking."

"I'm not."

Mark's expression shifts from surprise to concern.

"Dax, that's... complicated doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I'm aware."

"Your brother's ex-fiancée," Jeff says slowly.

"The woman he abandoned at the altar. You're sleeping with her?"

"It's more than that."

Mark leans forward. "How much more?"

I run a hand through my hair. This is harder than I expected.

"I don't know how to explain it. From the moment I met her, she was different. Smart, powerful, tenacious. She doesn't back down. She challenges me. Makes me better."

"Jesus," Jeff mutters.

"I can't stop thinking about her." The words are coming easier now.

"The way she commands a room. The way she handles pressure. The way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not watching."

Mark stares at me.

"I haven't heard you talk about a woman like this in... ever. Not even your last girlfriend."

"Because this is different."

"Differenthow?" Jeff asks.

"She's my fire." I meet their eyes.

"That's the only way I can describe it. She ignites something in me I didn't know was there."

Mark whistles low. "You're in deep."

"Yes."

"Does Miles know?" Jeff asks.

"Not yet."

"That's going to be a problem."

I drain my whiskey. "Fuck Miles."