Page 45 of Falling for the Enemy

“We were at dinner and⁠—”

“You two were at dinner?”

“Yes, but then we had too much wine, so⁠—”

“You and Logan?” He spat his brother’s name with stunned disapproval.

“What’s your problem?” Logan snapped, not understanding why his brother would be so offended by his presence.

Of course, Soren’s reaction wouldn’t make sense to Logan. Given their public reputation as frenemies, Soren’s response to seeing her and Logan was out of line.

“Soren, get a grip.” Jocelyn flared her eyes in an attempt to silently warn him to quit overreacting before he made a scene, but the blonde was also staring at them, and she caught the look⁠—

Uh-oh, now she was just frowning at Soren as if suspecting something.

They needed to get out of this awkward hellscape yesterday. “Let’s go, Logan⁠—”

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Logan snapped.

“Soren, maybe we should go.” The blonde gently tugged his sleeve, getting her French perfume all over the fibers.

He looked at Shalimar as if just remembering he was on a date.

“Good call,” Logan said. “Maybe you should go.”

Soren’s glare snapped back to Logan. “What the hell did you just you say to me?”

Logan only laughed. “Whatever, man. Go home.”

But Soren was not about to be mocked by his little brother. Abandoning Lady Shalimar, he stormed forward and got right in Logan’s face. “Say it again, I fucking dare you.”

“Soren!” Jocelyn shoved him back. “What’s wrong with you?”

“This doesn’t involve you.” He shoved his brother, but Jocelyn wedged her body between theirs.

“Oh, I think it does.”

“Soren, let’s go,” Shalimar whined.

“Say what you gotta say, Logan. I need one excuse to lay you out.”

This time, Jocelyn shoved Soren. “That’s it! You’re making a fucking fool of yourself.”

The brothers locked eyes over her head. Soren’s jaw ticked. She had never seen him this angry before. Maybe this wasn’t about her. Wren had mentioned some tension between the brothers last week, but Jocelyn hadn’t imagined anything like this. He looked like he wanted to murder Logan.

But for what?

“Soren,” she said, taking a different approach and gently pressing a hand on his. She hoped to break through whatever haze of rage this was, but he flung her touch away and continued to glare at his brother.

Logan scoffed. “You’re acting like a total asshole.” Doing the mature thing, he stepped away.

“That’s what I thought,” Soren said, as if he’d somehow won.

“Nice,” Jocelyn snapped and rolled her eyes.

His glare dropped to her. “Busy tonight, huh?”