“Barney! Dammit!”
It’s another ambush, but unlike Harrison’s earlier, I can’t respond with fists and fury. Instead I wrinkle my nose as I shove at a thick-barreled canine chest and drooling muzzle.
Finally, Ash hooks fingers in the dog’s collar and pulls him back.
I shove the hair from my face as I stare up at Harrison. “You kidnapped me,” I accuse.
“I kidnapped my brother. Your wardrobe simply came along for the ride.” The torch lights play over Harrison’s beautiful body, golden hair, and dancing eyes. He’s wearing the same smug arrogance as the day I met him, and I’m sorely tempted to tell him where to go as explicitly as I did then.
“Play with us?” Ash calls from where he’s dribbling the ball, the dog weaving between his legs in pursuit. “You can even be on Barney’s team. He cheats and gets away with it.”
I want to hate Harrison. But in this moment, seeing Ash happy and the brothers together and Barney’s infectious joy for everything, it’s impossible.
Harrison holds out a hand.
“Whatever this is,” I warn under my breath, “it stops tonight. I will do more than throw an entire closet of Brioni in the pool. You don’t get to fuck with me anymore. We’re not together.”
An emotion flickers behind his eyes, but it’s gone a moment later. He nods.
I brush the dust off my silk pants and take his hand.