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When we arrived at Knock Airport, Grayson and Sloane had been waiting for almost forty minutes for us to arrive. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to mine and Orin’s relationship, but I had to hope he took it well enough.
At least we were in a public place.
He couldn’t make too much of a scene here.
Orin’s fingers tightened around my own as we got closer to the café they said they were waiting at.
“It’s going to be okay.”
I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “How do you know?”
“I just know.”
Blowing out a breath in the hopes of expelling all the nervous energy fluttering around in my body, I fixed my gaze on the sign for the café and straightened my spine. I could do this. I was a grown woman. I didn’t need my brother’s approval, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want it. I wanted him to be okay with this.
I spotted Sloane’s platinum-blonde hair first. She had her back to us, talking animatedly to Grayson whose blue gaze suddenly fixed on my face. A smile broke out when he saw me, but it vanished when he saw who was standing next to me. He rose from his seat abruptly, knocking his mug and spilling coffee onto the table.
Sloane glanced around to see what had set him off, and when she saw me with Orin, she smiled.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Grayson demanded, his booming voice silencing everyone around us.
I tightened my grip on Orin’s hand and closed the distance between us. “He’s here with me, Gray.”
My brother wasn’t looking at me though. His eyes were focused on the man beside me. Orin’s expression had settled into cool indifference—like this was a common, everyday occurrence.
“I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Orin drawled back. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Grayson turned his ire on me. “Don’t feel obligated to be with him, Fallon. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.”
“That’s not true, Gray. He loves me—”
Grayson snorted. “Please, the only thing the Reaper loves is the kill.”
I felt Orin tense beside me. “You shouldn’t fucking interrupt her,” he told Grayson, all civility stripped from his tone.
“Don’t tell me how to speak to my own goddamned sister,” he barked back, stepping up into Orin’s personal space.
Orin let go of my hand.
“Grayson,” Sloane called, getting to her feet.
I took one look at her, then stared at my brother, whose features had softened completely. He walked to Sloane’s side, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist while laying his other hand on the small swell of her belly.
Pure joy bubbled up from inside me, and I pulled them both into a hug. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, touching the bump in Sloane’s abdomen. “How far along are you?”
Sloane covered my hand with hers and smiled at me with tears in her eyes. “We wanted to tell you in person, but then our one-month honeymoon turned into two …” She sighed. “I’ve just reached five months. In another five, you’re going to be an aunt.”
“I think you mean thebestaunt,” I replied, wrapping my arms around both of them. Grayson stiffened, and I felt a wall of heat hit my back. Grayson looked up, and his expression turned black. Not so subtly, he pushed Sloane behind him, but she wasn’t having any of it. Stepping around him, she approached Orin with her hand out. He stared at her a moment before sliding his palm against hers.
“I’m Sloane. I’ve not officially met you, but I’ve heard about you, Orin. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he grumbled in reply, looking a little shocked. Grayson hovered behind her, glaring at the other man.
I blew out a breath. “Look, Grayson, if you’re going to keep murdering Orin with your eyes, things are going to get tedious. We’re family. I choose him. We love each other. Get used to it.”
He blinked at me, momentarily shocked. “You love him?”
