“Conor said the same thing.” Declan shook his head. “Last thing we need is him getting into fights to cope with things.”
“Just talk to him. Maybe get him into something organized. Wrestling or whatever?”
“I’ve been taking him to the shooting range.”
“Good idea. When can he be armed?”
“Not for a long while, but he can be ready for it,” Declan said with a deadly grin. “Anyway, none of us said it to you, but, congratulations.” He cast Camille a warm look. “I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but knowing Brennan, there’s something brewing... When are you throwing a reception?”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Declan snorted. “Ever the romantic.” To Camille, he said, “You arrange it, honey, and we’ll be there. Welcome to the family.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before he waved at us and started off toward his wife and son.
I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “My brothers will be the only men who’ll ever kiss you again. And even then, only on the fucking cheek.”
She shivered, just like I knew she would. I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but she was putty in my hands the second I showed any sign of possessiveness. Any other woman would bitch slap me. Camille? Got wet. I didn’t need to slip my hand between her thighs to know it either.
She turned to me, all big eyes and angelic countenance, rasping, “Good.”
I hummed. “Our Sunday has suddenly opened up. Want to go riding?”
Her excited gasp had me grinning down at her. I didn’t have a clue why I’d made that offer, especially when I hadn’t gone riding in a good four years, but for that smile? For the buzz of joy around her?
Worth it.
And that was the first clue I had, the first sign of change... when her pleasure became more important than my own.