Page 106 of Claimed By The Other Brother

Dax emerges from around the corner, his expression dark.

"Why the fuck are you still talking to Miles?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

I freeze, phone still pressed to my ear.

"I'll call you back," I say quickly to Miles and hang up.

Dax steps closer. "Answer me."

"How long have you been standing there?" I snap.

"Long enough. Why are you talking to him?"

"That's none of your business."

"The hell it isn't." He's close now, invading my space.

"He left you at the altar. He humiliated you. And you're still taking his calls?"

"What I do in my personal life has nothing to do with you."

"Doesn't it?" His eyes are blazing.

"You're here. In New York. Working with me. And you're still stringing him along?"

"I'm not stringing anyone along." My voice rises.

"And you have no right to question me about this."

"I have every right."

"Why? Because you orchestrated some job offer to get me here? That doesn't give you ownership over my life, Dax."

His jaw tightens.

"You need to go home."

I laugh, sharp and bitter.

"Are you kicking me out? Of my own team's celebration?"

"You're drunk."

"I've had two glasses of champagne. I'm fine."

"You're not fine. Go home, Scarlett."

I stare at him, fury mixing with something else I don't want to name.

"You're such a jerk."

"So I've been told."

I look down at my phone, then back at him.

"Fine. I was ready to go anyway."

I storm past him, heading for the exit. I grab my coat from the hostess and push through the front door into the cool night air. I'm barely on the sidewalk when I raise my hand to hail a cab. One pulls up within seconds.