Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

Rob is grinning ear to ear as he holds them above his head. And I don’t care how much Dom complains about me saying it, Rob is hot. “Put those down!” King shouts, stomping toward the man dating our sister. Rob skips backward, away from King, and finds Aspen in the small crowd. Then he drops down onto one knee in front of her. King’s “Oh, hell no!” is drowned out by all the women gasping. “Aspen, my love.” Rob looks up at his woman. “Will you do me the honor of telling your terrifying brother that we’re already married?” My mouth drops open, and I whip my head over to look at Dom. My husband is smiling at the pair, and when his gaze moves to find mine, he winks. That bastard already knew. King stomps over to Aspen. “Is this true?” Aspen, not at all intimidated by his attitude, slips her hand into her dress pocket and pulls out a big, shiny ring. “We did it last week.” She slides the ring onto her finger, then uses her left hand to pat King’s chest. “You can stop worrying about me now. I promise I’m happy.” King heaves out a loud exhale, then pulls her into a hug. Rob is grinning when he stands, and he holds his arms out for a hug next. King rolls his eyes, then embraces the other man, but when he lets go, he punches Rob in the shoulder. Hard. “Don’t fuck this up.”