Wyatt Hawthorne pulled the covers over Faye Vaughn, hiding her completely, before getting out of bed.
He yanked open the balcony curtains. Finn Hawthorne, who had been pressed against the glass door, jumped back in fright, instinctively taking two steps back.
'Damn.'
'The look on my brother's face is terrifying.'
Finn Hawthorne glanced toward the bed.
Faye Vaughn was completely swaddled in the blankets, only half of her exquisitely beautiful face visible.
Then he looked at his older brother. His suit jacket was long gone, tossed somewhere unknown. The buttons on his shirt were undone, clearly revealing the powerful, well-defined muscles beneath his collar.
Disheveled and suggestive.
Finn Hawthorne couldn't help but curse inwardly again.
He had tried everything to stop them, and he had almost failed again.
'Thankfully, Grandfather is on my side. He'll help me break up my brother and Faye Vaughn.'
"Guess I didn't hit you hard enough earlier."
