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Caught Between Two Brothers ( love triangle)
Chapter 1 The Ghost of Six Years
ree words long, but it
nough to draw blood. I just ran. I had been running toward Ethan Vale for six years, through his promotions, his
The one who held the umbrella while h
This is it, I thought, a desperate, shameful hope blooming in the center of my chest. The toxicity is over. Clair
given me four years ago "for emerge
han
ecanter had been shattered against the floor-to-ceiling window, the amber liquid weeping d
of the wrec
. He looked small. This man, who commanded boardrooms and turn
as a rasp, thick w
he glass-strewn carpet. I didn't care about my jeans; I only cared a
his golden hair a chaotic mess. "She called me... she called me emotionally
s face. My thumbs brushed away the salt of his t
or a second, the air between us charged. I could see the reflection of my own yea
d forward, burying his face in the cr
I cleaned the glass so he wouldn't cut his feet. I made him tea he didn't drink. I
urmured, his eyel
g anywhere,"
t my side, I allowed myself one moment of weakness. I leane
ered into the silence of the r
ew heavy. I fell into a light, restless sleep, dreaming of a
00
d through the room
ndows. My neck was stiff, and Ethan was dead to the world, snoring softly against my s
n't a
the shadow of the hallway. He was motionless, a dark monoli
chest. "Ethan?" I whispered, even thou
e steppe
ce that made the hair on my arms stand up. As he entered the g
dark jeans, and as he stepped closer, I saw the ink-dark, intricate tattoos that climbed up the tanned column of his th
ll are you?
It was a low, vibrating growl that se
the floor. I felt disheveled, my heart racing, my "em
gh the sudden surge of adrenaline. "I'm Ethan's fri
n't look at the mess in the room. He
ked a
ly, violently naked. It wasn't a sexual look; it was a diagnostic one. He was strippi
nowing smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The kind of 'f
hed to my fac
ssed a set of heavy keys onto the bar, the same bar Ethan h
ashamed tones. The black sheep. The one who went into the military and n
ming," I managed to say, clut
something metallic-like spent shell casings. He looked down at Ethan, then back at me
"Ethan only remembers thi
air that had fallen over my shoulder, his rough, scarred fingers grazing my skin for a f
tave. "Cleaning his mess. Holding his hand. Hoping that when the su
," I whispered, my voice trem
from mine. I could see the flec
w the look of a woman who's been starving
his shadow loomin
you. Men like Ethan don't see the air they breathe, th
ted, though it sounded
s fluid and dangerous. Over his shoulder, he
eeds an audience. And you?
ge of his brother's life, the echo of his words
ll felt charged from his presence. Ethan was
Blackwood wa
g right at the
