Your Husband Not Your Brother-in-law

Arthur exuded an air of crisp elegance. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigar

's heart pounded-growing warm, racing wildly-but

ocked, thick

lly stubbed out the last ember in the ashtray beside him.

pation. She hesitated no longer and fol

lcohol and tobacco, mixed with the fresh pine scent unique to him, flooded her senses-mak

l was just ahead, bustling with guests. His driver,

reath, she pushed against his chest and w

released her. "Weren't you bold

he armrest, and with his other, he lowered the car windows-lett

m in confusion. W

didn't look at her when he spoke, his voice smooth and authoritative. "Austin wi

ished instantly. His tone had no trace of

ng a little late? Why didn't you bring it

hed over, his palm gently cradling the back of h

of lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Then, withdrawing his hand, he grabbed a w

I'm giving you a month to sort it o

e car and walked away-without h

r words, "we can't contin

n't they

with Austin returning, Arthur needed to maintain his image as the perfect older brother. A man as meticulous as him would never allo

tionship but didn't want to be the one at fault. So, he placed th

asn't read

igure, mind racing with ways

, her pho

, the name "A

er ran down