“Come on, bro. Let’s do this.” “The feelings I’m having about you right now in that dress aren’t very brotherly,” he told me, pulling me closer to him. “That’s okay, we’re not properly related. I’m fine with you ogling me.” “I don’t think Cade shares your opinion.” Swinging my gaze from Weston’s to Caiden’s, I noticed the tense set of his jaw and the way his fists clenched at his sides. “I’ll escort her in,” he bit out. “I’m the older brother. It should be me.”
