“I missed you,” I say against her hair.
My dad reaches out to shake my hand and then we all look at each other, the vibe in the air a little uncomfortable after Carter’s outburst. Dad eases the tension by pointing to the table. “Let’s take a seat and catch up.” The look he aims my way tells me he’s full of questions.
I feel Carter’s hot glare on me as I pull Margo’s chair out from the table. Her smile seems more comfortable than she may seem as she mumbles a small thank you and takes a seat. I take the seat next to her, smiling at my brother, letting him know I’m completely unbothered by the seething glare he’s aimed at me.
Carter takes a drink of his bourbon. “I wasn’t aware we were bringing assistants to the family dinner.”
“I wasn’t aware you were invited.”
“Boys,” my mom hisses, the word coming out more pleading than she probably intended.
I look at her, my expression softening. “Sorry, mom. I’m just slightly confused why Carter has decided to grace us with his presence for once.” My eyes flash to Margo at my side. I have to hand it to her; you wouldn’t ever know how nervous she was just minutes ago. She holds her head high, not an ounce of nerves on her face. “I wonder if it has something to do with my assistant.” It’s probably cruel of me to draw out the news of our engagement, but I can’t help myself. I like that Carter is uncomfortable across from us, that he’s wracking his brain wondering what’s going on between Margo and me.
Carter’s dark hair gleams underneath the soft yellow lighting. He watches me closely. If he’s looking for answers on my face, he won’t find them. He leans back in his chair, risking a glance at Margo before looking back to me. “Am I not allowed to join my own family for dinner?”
“You know what?” I pick up the wine menu and pretend to look over it even though I know what to order. “You’re right. We’re so thrilled to have you join us tonight. Tell me, how’s your girlfriend? What was her name again?”
Carter glares at me before looking to Margo. “We broke up,” he explains, looking at Margo with want in his eyes.
Margo smiles widely at him. I don’t realize how jealous it made me to see them looking at one another until she reaches under the table and places her hand on my thigh. “It doesn’t matter to me if you have a girlfriend or not. I would love to meet her if you do.”
Fuck. Why am I relieved to hear her say those words?
“She wasn’t you,” Carter fires back.
Oh, hell no.
I dismissively wave the waiter away when he stops at our table. He scurries away, the jealousy surrounding me probably palpable enough to have him running for his life.
“I’ve actually got some great news,” I announce, jealousy getting the better of me. Underneath the table, I place my hand on top of Margo’s, intertwining our fingers.
My mother’s eyes light up. She exchanges a look with my father, who looks somewhat relieved for the change of conversation. That face may be wiped right off with my next words.
I look to Margo, my eyes softening as I take in her beauty. She squeezes my hand, prompting me to continue. Looking back to my parents, I take a deep breath. “Margo and I have fallen in love.”
“You’re fucking lying,” Carter spits immediately.
Margo looks at him, not showing a hint of emotion on her face. “Things happen when you work closely together.”
I could kiss her in front of all of them for her statement. I hadn’t expected her to say much. In fact, I’d expected her to stay quiet as I explained the change in our relationship. When I saw Carter seated at the table, a small part of me became nervous she wouldn’t be able to follow through with him here. She’d been up front of how he hurt her. I didn’t know how much of it still lingered, if a part of her still wanted him.
The confident set of her features as she stares into his rage-filled eyes tells me everything I need to know. She won’t be leaving me for him. He no longer has her—I do.
The entire table is tense as Margo and Carter stare at one another. She’s the first to break eye contact, looking away from him to focus me. Lifting her hand, she brushes my cheek lovingly. “Neither one of us expected it,” she lies graciously.
“You whore,” Carter snaps, slamming his hand down on the table. The glasses on the table rattle with his sudden movement.
“Carter!” My mom gasps.
“Son,” my father growls.
I hold my hand up, stopping my parents from saying anything else. Anger brews in my chest as I fumingly focus on that pathetic excuse of a man I have to call my blood. I can feel Margo watching me carefully from my side. My body is coiled tight with rage. I lean forward, smoothing a wrinkle in the tablecloth.
Every fiber of my being wants to come across the table and hit my brother square in the face for having the nerve to call Margo that. My hand flexes underneath the table as I try to keep my composure. The last thing my family needs is to make the headlines for Carter and I getting into a brawl during dinner.
“Carter,” I seethe, looking up to look him dead in the eye. I hope he sees the fury raging in my eyes. “Call my fiancée that again and I will fucking ruin your life as you know it. The blood we share be damned.”
He rears back, his eyes widening. “Fiancée?”
“Yes, fiancée. Apologize for speaking to her like that.”
“No,” he answers aggressively.
“Carter,” our mom pleads. This wasn’t how I envisioned sharing the news of our engagement, but then again, I hadn’t expected Carter to be here.
Carter looks away from me, to look at Margo. “Just hopping from one brother’s cock to another, aren’t we?”
I fly out of my chair, rounding the table in an instant. Dishes clatter to the ground as I shove his face into the tablecloth. My mother shrieks. Margo says something, but I don’t catch it as I dig Carter’s cheek into the stark white tablecloth. Anger courses through my veins as I lean forward, tightening my grip on the back of his neck.
The pleas from my family and musings from other diners go completely unnoticed. All I can focus is on my brother. The piece of shit doesn’t deserve to be in Margo’s presence, let alone have the right to have ever called her his. My fingertips dig into his neck as I lean close to his ear.
My teeth grind, threatening to shave down from the pressure of the angry set of my jaw. “You’re lucky we’re in public, brother. If we were in private your face would already be black and blue.”
“You wouldn’t,” he spits.
My fingers thread through his hair, yanking his head up, I turn his head to look at Margo. He tries to push me off him, but his pathetic attempts are useless. My eyes flick to the people around us, all of them gawking at the spectacle we’re putting on. I hate the attention, but I despise the words he’d used against Margo more.
When he tries to turn his head, I use my free hand to clutch his jaw, forcing him to look at Margo. “Apologize to my fiancée, Carter.”
He tries to jerk free from my grip but fails. I’m too angry, too filled with rage to let him out of this. He’s going to apologize to her. I’ll do whatever it takes.