expected him to want to actually talk about it. Weren’t men supposed to be strong and silent on matters of the heart? Suffering in silence, and all that?
Except Zeke had always loved the sound of his own voice. Apparently that hadn’t changed, even if nearly everything else had.
‘That was a long time ago, Zeke. We were kids.’ Too far in the past to bring up now, surely? Even for Zeke, with his ridiculous need to talk about everything. ‘We’ve both moved on. We’re different people now.’
‘Want to throw in a few more clichés with that?’ Zeke shook his head. ‘Look, you can rewrite history any way you like. And, trust me, I’m not here to try and win you back—even to get one over on Flynn. But you’re not going to convince me that this is anything but a business deal with rings.’
‘You’re wrong,’ Thea lied. ‘And you’ll see that. But...’
‘But?’ Zeke asked, one eyebrow raised again in that mocking expression that drove her crazy. ‘But what?’
‘Even if it was a business deal...what would be wrong with that? As long as we both know what we’re getting into...’ She shrugged. ‘There are worse reasons to get married.’
‘Maybe.’ Zeke gave her a slow smile—the one that used to make her insides melt. ‘But there are so many better reasons, too.’
* * *
‘Like love,’ Thea said, apparently still determined to stick to her story.
Zeke didn’t buy it, and knew he wouldn’t, no matter how hard she tried to convince him. He knew what Thea in love looked like, and this wasn’t it.
At least not his Thea. The old Thea. He shook his head. He couldn’t let doubt in now. The only thing in his life that had never let him down was gut instinct. He had to trust himself, especially since he couldn’t trust anyone else. Not even Thea.
‘Love’s the big one,’ Zeke agreed. ‘But it’s not the only thing that counts. Trust. Respect. Common values—’
‘We have those too,’ Thea broke in.
‘Sexual compatibility,’ Zeke finished, smirking when her mouth snapped shut. ‘That’s always important for long-term happiness, I find.’
Her gaze hardened. ‘Really? And how’s that working out for you? I can’t help but notice you’ve come to my wedding alone, after all.’
He had a comeback for that somewhere, he was sure. But since Flynn arrived at that moment—cool, collected, and always an inch and a half taller than Zeke—he didn’t have to search for it.
‘Zeke! You made it.’ Flynn stepped up and held out a hand, but before Zeke could even take it Thea had latched on to her fiancé’s other arm, smiling up at him in a sickeningly adoring manner.
Keeping the handshake as perfunctory as possible, Zeke moved out of their circle of love and into his own space of scepticism. ‘How could I resist the opportunity to be the best man for once? Might be the only chance I get.’
Flynn’s smile stiffened a little at that, but he soldiered on regardless. Always so keen to play up the family loyalty—to be a part of the family he’d never really thought he belonged in. Zeke would have thought that their father choosing Flynn over him would have gone a long way to convincing his brother that there was only one golden boy in the family, and that blood didn’t matter at all.
‘I wouldn’t want anyone but my brother beside me on such an important day,’ Flynn said.
He didn’t even sound as if he was lying, which Zeke thought was quite an accomplishment.
‘Really? Because I have to admit I was kind of surprised to be asked.’ Zeke glanced at Thea, who gave him an I knew it! look. ‘Not as surprised as Thea was to see me here, of course,’ he added, just because he could. She glared at him, and snuggled closer against Flynn’s arm. There was absolutely no chemistry between them at all. And not a chance in hell they’d ever slept together. What on earth was Thea doing with him?
‘You said he wasn’t coming,’ Thea pointed out—rather accusingly, Zeke thought.
‘I wasn’t sure he would,’ Flynn admitted, glancing down at Thea with an apologetic smile.
Zeke wasn’t sure he liked the idea of them talking about him in his absence. What had she said? How much had she told him?
‘But, Zeke, you were the one who left us, remember? Not the other way round. Of course I asked you. You’re my brother.’
‘And that’s the only reason?’ Zeke asked. An uncomfortable feeling wriggled in his chest at the reminder of his disappearance, but he pushed it aside. He hadn’t had a choice. His father had made his position very clear, and that position had taken any other options Zeke might have had off the table. He’d only hung around long enough to waste his time talking to Thea that same night, then he’d been gone. And nobody looking at Zeke now, at how far he’d come and how much he’d achieved, could say that he’d made a mistake by leaving.
Flynn didn’t answer his question. With a sigh, he said, ‘Dad’s got a dinner planned for tonight, by the way. To welcome you home.’
Zeke appreciated the warning too much to point out that a luxury Tuscan villa belonging to some client or another wasn’t actually ‘home’, no matter how many swimming pools it had. ‘A prodigal son type thing? Hope he’s found a suitably fatted calf.’
‘I’m sure there was some poor animal just begging to be sacrificed on your behalf,’ Thea said. ‘But before then don’t we have a meeting with the wedding planner to get to, darling?’
The endearment sounded unnatural on her tongue, and Flynn actually looked uncomfortable as she said it. Nobody would ever believe these two actually loved each other or wanted to see each other naked. Watching them, Zeke couldn’t even see that they’d ever met before, let alone been childhood friends. He could imagine them on their wedding night—all unnatural politeness and a wall of pillows down the middle of the bed. If it wasn’t Thea doing the marrying, it would be hilarious.
‘She had to leave,’ Flynn said. ‘But I think we sorted out all the last-minute details. I said you’d call her later if there was anything you were concerned about.’
‘I’m sure it’s all fine,’ Thea said, smiling serenely.
Even that seemed false. Shouldn’t a woman getting married in two days be a little bit more involved in the details?
A door opened somewhere, slamming shut again as Hurricane Helena came blowing through.
‘Are you guys still here?’ she asked, waves of blonde hair bobbing past her shoulders. ‘Shouldn’t you all be getting ready for dinner? Thea, I had the maid press your dress for tonight. It’s hanging in your room. Can I borrow your bronze shoes, though?’
‘Of course,’ Thea said, just as she always had to Helena, ever since their mother had died.
Zeke wondered if she even realised she did it.
‘Come on, I’ll find them for you now.’
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