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"Planning to do a lot of entertaining?" I would have thought they would be too busy starting their clubs.
I know from experience that doesn't leave a lot of time for anything else, much less dinner parties for twenty guests.
"Why do you ask?" Atlas pulls my chair out and waits for me to sit down before practically lifting it up with me on it to scoot me closer to the table.
This little show starts a slow burn of desire in my core.
"The size of your table."
Atlas looks at the long table that wouldn't look out of place in a palace. "Sometimes, we meet with our men in here."
They must have a pretty friendly relationship with their security team if they have their meetings in the family dining room.
Yanking the chair to my right several inches closer, Atlas sits down and puts his arm over my shoulders.
Orion shakes his head. "Are you going to piss a circle around her next?"
"Nice," I snark.
Orion narrows his eyes at me. "Do you have brothers?"
"I did. One. Rocco was two years younger." And right this minute, I miss him like a lost limb.
"I am sorry for your loss." Orion's voice rings with sincerity, his expression serious.
"He was lucky to have you for the time he did," Zeus says.
And my eyes tear up. What is it with these Rokos men? Assholes one minute and then worming their way into my heart with the right words the next.
I turn my head away, hiding my emotions from them, and stand up. "Excuse me. Where is the restroom?"
Atlas isn't having any of it. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. "You're not going to the bathroom to cry alone."
I don't ask how he knew what I planned. This man notices everything about me.
"Men aren't comfortable around a woman in tears." I learned that lesson quickly after the loss of my baby.
Neither Tino, nor his father wanted to see me cry. My own father and brother weren't any better.
Atlas puts his fisted hand under my chin and tilts my head back so I can't hide my emotion from him. "We talked about this."
"Your brothers don't need a crying woman ruining their dinner."
"Who told you that?" he asks, his voice hard.
"Whoever it was is an asshole." That's Zeus.
Atlas grabs the cloth napkin from his place setting and gently dabs at the moisture on my cheeks. "Let me guess, your first husband."
"He was my only husband," I say with some asperity.
I don't have a string of dead husbands in my past. I'm no black widow.
"Until now."
"Don't say things like that."
"Why not? If they are true?"
