“She’s gone. Her bags are gone. She’s not in another room I checked,” Harlow replied. I shook my head and walked inside. “Gone? She can’t be gone! Where would she go?” “Probably somewhere so she doesn’t have to deal with Nan’s shit and her fiancé running off and leaving her and not answering her damn calls. That’d be my guess. You’re a stupid fucker, just like me son,” Dean said with disgust in his voice before walking away
“You’ve turned my brother into your bitch. It’s pathetic,” Nan hissed across the table. “Claws in Nan. Blaire is pregnant and needs to eat. Rush is taking care of what’s his,”
“This is a family matter. You think you could handle just a few moments away from him or are you planning on smothering him the rest of his life?” Nan’s hurt was turning into bitterness fast. She wasn’t going to take it out on Blaire, though. I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. “Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn’t agreed to come with me I wouldn’t have come. Don’t underestimate her importance. She’s mine. Respect that.”
“I tried to keep her upstairs with me. She insisted we come visit with you,” I explained. Dean chuckled. “Like father, like son.” “I’m nothing like you. The woman I got pregnant happens to be my heart. I’ll marry her and spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make her smile.”
“We would love to have you here, Mr. Finlay,” Blaire informed him, smiling brightly like she really meant it. Fuck. I was gonna have to let this happen. “Just call me Dean, sweetheart. We’re already family.”