Page 28 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck

My brother grinned. “I’m capable of laughing.”

Amice reached over and put her hand on his, pride showing on her face. She nodded to him. “Yes. You are. It’s part of what drew me to you. I wish you’d do it more, Henry.”

He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

Amice gave him a smoldering look.

Henry waggled his brows. “Mmm, wife, the things I want to do to you right now.”

I dropped my fork again.

Drest laughed and leaned, speaking into my ear in a hushed whisper. “The mental image of that did you in, didn’t it?”

“Dear God, yes,” I said fast and loud.

Amice laughed and refilled Henry’s glass of wine. “Your brother is very capable of being incredibly romantic and very seductive.”

I touched my stomach, positive everything I’d just eaten was about to fly out.

Drest chuckled more. He licked his lips when he looked at me. “I know you were in London for two semesters, studying abroad. Journalism, right?”

I simply sat there a second, before I realized he was changing the subject on my behalf since I clearly didn’t want to talk about my brother being romantic. “Oh, yes. Journalism.”

“Always dreamed of breaking a big story?” he questioned, taking a sip of wine.

“No,” I blurted. “I wanted to be an electrical engineer.”

His eyes widened.

My lips twitched.

Amice outed me by cracking up.

Drest grinned. “I take it you’re joking.”

“Yes, sorry,” I said. “Too soon for Frankenstein sanctions humor?”

He lifted his glass. “Never.”

I reached for my wine. “Good. I have a ton of these.”

“You’re very different from your brother,” said Drest, giving Henry a side-eyed look.

“He has high hopes I too will become uptight at some point,” I said before sipping my wine.

My brother had been in the process of sipping wine and choked as he laughed. He then sat back in his chair, his plate nearly cleared. He patted his nonexistent stomach and then reached for Amice’s hand once more.

It took me a moment to realize Drest’s arm was now resting on the back of my chair as he sipped his wine as well.

Amice glanced around the table. “This is nice.”

“I’ll admit,” said Henry. “I’ve had worse evenings.”

Had I been holding my fork, I’m sure I’d have dropped it again. Henry’s confession was just shy of admitting he may not hate Drest as much as he thought he did.

That was big.

If Nile heard him voice as much, there would be issues.

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