Page 52 of Claimed By The Other Brother

"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel."

"Angry," Sarah says immediately.

"You should feel furious."

"I am." I take another sip of wine.

"I'm angry. I'm humiliated. I'm... I don't even know."

Jane reaches over and squeezes my hand.

"We're so mad at him, Scarlett. What he did is unforgivable."

"Has he tried to contact you?" Sarah asks, her tone sharp with protective fury.

"Yes. Calls, texts, voicemails. I haven't responded."

"Good," Jane says firmly.

"He doesn't deserve a response. He doesn't deserve anythingfrom you."

"Fuck Miles Blackwell," Sarah declares, raising her wine glass.

"Seriously. Fuck him."

I almost smile. Almost.

We eat in relative silence, the food giving us something to focus on. Pad Thai and spring rolls and some kind of curry that's probably delicious but I can barely taste. After we've eaten, Sarah pulls a folder out of her bag. She's grinning, that mischievous look she gets when she's up to something.

"We have a surprise for you," Jane announces.

I look between them. "What kind of surprise?"

"You need to get out of Chicago for a few days," Jane says.

"Clear your head. Get away from all of this."

Sarah opens the folder and pulls out printouts. Hotel confirmations. Flight details.

"We booked you a trip," Sarah says, sliding the papers across the coffee table.

"Five days in New York City."

I stare at the documents.

"What? You can't—"

"Already done," Jane cuts me off.

"Grand hotel in Manhattan. Everything planned. You need this, Scarlett."

"Sightseeing, shopping, bars, shows," Sarah lists.

"Whatever you want. The city is yours."

I shake my head, overwhelmed.

"I can't afford this right now. I just—"