“Go. I’m sure you’re needed downstairs. If your hand hurts too much, put on the sling like the doctor ordered,” Flynn interrupted Jett. A glance was exchanged between the two brothers, but Adelina didn’t know why.
“I will.” She turned and walked out of the room.
* * * *
“Damn it!” Flynn yelled and then slammed his hand down on the desk.
Jett walked closer.
“What the hell just went down in here? Adelina has never lied to us, gone off like that, or even hesitated in answering our questions.” Jett knew exactly why, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t react the way he wanted to. Like a true Dom, a man in charge of his woman would do. But Adelina wasn’t his and Flynn’s. But she wanted to be, and they both probably ruined any chances of having her in their bed.
“She wants us. She’s attracted to both if us. And if I didn’t just make her leave and push her away, then I would have kissed her, ripped that fucking dress from her body, and carried her to the bedroom. Fuck!”
Flynn yelled out again, and then he moved from the desk, with his hands on his hips and his temper flaring.
“What are we going to do? Her image of us is pretty clear.”
“Yeah, we like to fuck any woman who throws herself at us.”
“That’s you, Flynn, not me. I’m more particular.”
“You haven’t had sex in months.”
“Thanks for pointing that out. For you it’s been what?” Jett glanced at his Rolex. “Forty-eight hours? Holy shit. That’s a fucking record.”
“Why the hell are you giving me shit about my sex life?”
“Cause you’re getting tired of the same shit, too. Stop pretending that you don’t like Adelina. I see the way you watch her.”
“What?” Flynn shot a look at Jett.
“Every time some guy flirts with her or one of our friends asks about her, you get that look in your eyes.”
“What look? The same fucking look you get, too?” Flynn countered, and Jett opened his mouth to reply and then shut it quickly.
“It doesn’t matter. We’re not right for her. It would never work.”
“Because we’re too closed hearted? Our fucking trust issues have always stood in the way of any meaningful relationships.”
“We have our friends.”
“That’s different and you know it, Flynn. Adelina saved your ass big-time. You would be in a serious situation right now, if it weren’t for her.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Come on man. I saw you this morning. You looked like shit, and you said you didn’t remember much.”
“I remembered enough. For the record, I’ve never gotten so drunk that I didn’t know where I was, what I was doing, or who I was doing.”
“You are really one narcissistic bastard. Who the fuck are you kidding?”
Flynn looked up and held his brother’s gaze. Jett knew that look. His brother wasn’t lying. Had he been lying about not remembering? Had he known all along what happened?
“That’s fucked up.” Jett raised his voice. Now even he was pissed off at Flynn.
Flynn raised his hands up, palms forward.
“Wait. Just hear me out. I’m not saying that I wasn’t drunk. I know that I was. What I’m saying is that I wasn’t so drunk that I would do something stupid. I knew that Tess said something to upset Adelina, but the next thing I know, Murph is walking me toward the elevator and then Adelina reappeared.”