Page 207 of Forever Never
A shower sounded good.
“I don’t suppose you can join me?” he asked wolfishly.
She bit her lip, gaze zeroing in on his hard-on. His cock twitched at the attention.
“Remi, come look at this meat,” Gilbert Ford called from the kitchen.
Brick winced.
“Mood killer,” she whispered. “Go shower. Oh, and Spence wants to talk to you. I can’t imagine about what.” She winked.
He paused long enough to dig a small box out of his coat pocket before floating up the stairs, counting his lucky fucking stars.
When he came out of the bathroom in a towel, he found his brother lounging on the bed, looking at his phone.
“What’s up?” Brick asked, grabbing underwear and sweats out of the dresser.
“I need to talk to you,” Spencer said, jumping off the bed with nervous energy.
“Okay. Talk.”
“Well. I wanted to talk to you before something happened. But then something happened and—” He dropped his phone and bent to pick it up, smacking his head off the nightstand. “Ow.”
He took pity on his little brother. “You and Audrey,” he said.
Spence looked up, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Remi saw you sneaking into her room two nights ago.”
His brother winced. “I really wanted to talk to you about it before I did any kind of sneaking. Preferably so sneaking wouldn’t be required. I’ve had feelings for her for a long time but I couldn’t tell if you were still torn up over the divorce and I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt—”
Brick held up his hand. “Spence. Stop. You have my blessing even though neither of you need it.”
“Seriously?”
“I think the four of us have wasted enough time, don’t you?”
Spencer grinned at him and brought him in for a back-slapping hug. “I love you, man.”
“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. Now stop pretending like you’re sleeping on the couch.”
His brother paused in the door, still smiling. “This thing with you and Remi. It looks pretty serious from the outside.”
With an eye on the hallway, Brick opened his sock drawer and tossed Spencer the small velvet jeweler’s box.
“No shit?” Spencer asked, opening it. “She’s gonna fucking love it.”
“Yeah?” Brick paused to admire the brushed gold band with its scattering of inset diamonds and jewels. He’d known it was hers the second he’d seen it in the shop that afternoon.
“Yeah. It’s artsy. It’s a little chaotic. A lot cool. Just like your girl. Congratulations, man.”
“Thanks.” Brick tucked the box back in the drawer.
“Know when you’re doing it?”
As soon as he could get her father’s blessing and then her alone.
“Soon,” he said. “She’s a snooper. She’ll find it sooner rather than later.”
