Page 92 of Beautiful Ruin


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Or if he wanted to.

He loved his mom, and would never want to hurt her, but if he was being honest with himself, he thought she deserved to be unhappy right now.

“I don’t know how to stop being angry,” he finally said.

Logan looked up. “Yes, you do. Reshape how you look at the situation. Segment it out like you would in business. Then start analyzing how you want to deal with each part. Your mom. Ward. Your half brothers. One piece at a time.”

Jacob nodded slowly, letting that all sink in.

That might work.

He was analytical.

“And by the way, being angry is not a bad thing. Just don’t stay there. Get it out of your system and then choose to let it go. That’s how you do it, Jacob. Choice.”

“Man, you know, if you fail at this liquor thing, you could become a shrink.” Jacob smirked.

Logan owned one of the largest liquor distributors in the United States. Dufort Liquor. He was set for life. But like all the cousins, if you could get a dig at someone, you took it without blinking.

“Smart ass.” Logan laughed as Fletcher turned back up with a plate of ribs, tomatoes, sweetcorn, and asparagus.

Blake and Hunter joined them as he tossed the remaining food onto the large, triple-plate grill.

“So,” Fletcher said, nudging at the food with the other tong. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, enough with that Macallan whisky. Start buying my stuff.” Logan laughed.

“Yeah, nah.” Hunter shook his head slowly. “No offense.”

“You need some marriage advice?” Blake asked.

“You’ve been married for thirty seconds.” Jacob kicked him in the buttocks and the two went flying on the lawn, their drinks flying.

“Nothing’s changed.” He heard Logan snort.

As they tumbled on grass and Jacob held his big brother down, the two of them laughing and panting, he grunted. “Marriage is making you soft.”

“Then you need some lessons in the birds and the bees, because that’s not how marriage works.” Blake barked out and then he flipped him.

“No broken bones!” Olivia called out the window, and the two of them jumped up and dusted off their clothes.

“Stop.” Fletcher said as Sammy and Sienna came running out.

The girls froze.

“What Dad?” Sammy asked.

“I’m on it,” Hunter said, and the next minute he was pulling out a hose. Then he sprayed the area where the two of them had been playfighting and spilled their alcoholic drinks.

“I’ll get a couple more,” Blake said, heading inside.

“So what did you...fluff up?” Jacob asked, darting the little girls a glance.

“Nice save,” Fletcher laughed. “The email to your, shit, Bella’s brothers only got to Knox. Atlas and Levi only heard about the weekend yesterday.”

“Yeah, I get it. My brothers.” Jacob sighed and, as he went to look away, he caught Logan's eye.

Shit.

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