by Tessa Teevan
“Megan, why don’t you introduce me to your friend?” he asks her, looking me up and down before his eyes settle on my chest. My blood begins to boil, and for a split second, I feel bad that her husband’s got a wandering eye. Then I remember that she picked him over Knox. I should probably send her an anonymous thank-you note.
“This… girl is not my friend,” Megan says emphatically, as if that’d be the worst thing in the world. Branson’s eyebrows rise, looking back and forth between his wife and me.
Reaching out my hand, I shake his. “Charlie Davenport. I’m assuming you’re Branson?” I ask. He nods before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it. Pulling away, I make a mental note to find the nearest hand sanitizer to rinse his germs off my skin.
The door opens again, and I’m relieved when Cohen enters the room. His eyes light up when he sees me, and even though we only spent a short time together, I’m as equally happy to see a friendly face. He rounds the island and pulls me into his arms, giving me a warm hug as he lifts me off my feet.
“Charlie, it’s so nice to see you. Knox didn’t tell me you were coming. He didn’t tie you up and kidnap you did he?” he asks before setting me back down on my feet.
Before I can answer, Knox walks into the room with his mom. “Cohen, why the hell do you have your hands on my girlfriend?”
Everyone in the room pauses, and the air fills with a tense silence as Knox watches us. Pulling away from Cohen, I cross the room to him, placing my arms around his neck. “Cohen was worried that you’d forced me to come with you. Apparently, you’re not as good at spreading the good news as I am,” I tease, poking him in the chest.
“Girlfriend?” I hear Cohen ask from behind me. “Seriously? That’s fucking awesome!”
“Cohen, language!” Amelia scolds behind us, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
“See? He was just excited that I was here with you. That’s all.” Grinning up at him, I say the next line so everyone in the room can hear. “Don’t worry, Rugged. You’re all the Wellington I’ll ever need.”
AFTER THE scene in the kitchen, Branson and Megan scurried off somewhere before Knox even got a chance to say anything to them. We’ve been here for a couple of hours, and he seems completely relaxed. I’m grateful he and his mom got their talk out of the way so that he could enjoy himself. While some of the partygoers seem surprised to see Knox, most of them are too busy asking questions about his military career to make it awkward. Amelia wasn’t lying when she said she’d kept up on it, as most of the family friends seem to know everything about him. I can tell that he’s enjoying himself, telling war stories to anyone who asks.
When he’s in the middle of talking about a convoy that came under fire in Iraq, I slip away, not wanting to hear about it. Knox and I haven’t talked much about his military career, but it scares me that he does such a dangerous job, even if we’ve never really discussed it.
Heading to the open bar, I order a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, needing something to cool me down in this Tennessee heat. The backyard is huge, and there’s a blues band set up on a makeshift stage. Taking my wine, I find a bench on the edge of the lawn, content to sit and enjoy the music while people-watching. It’s weird seeing Knox in this setting, but he seems just as comfortable as he does anywhere else. I have to remind myself that he grew up living like this.
The band switches gears and launches into The Zombies song “Time of the Season,” and I close my eyes, letting the music flow in my ears.
Moments later, a voice pulls me out of my trance. “Is this seat taken?”
Before I can answer, I feel someone sit down beside me. When I open my eyes, I want to roll them when I see Branson sitting next to me. Ignoring him, I listen to the riff of the electric guitar, wishing he’d go away.
“So, Charlie, you’re here with my brother?” he asks, his hand gripping the edge of the bench, inching closer to me.
“I am,” I tell him, keeping it short and simple. My skin crawls a moment later when I feel his fingers on my shoulder.
“You know, I could give you so much more than he can,” he says. “You’re gorgeous. Just think of the fun we can have. The last girl he had found out how much more of a man I am, and I bet I can convince you, too.”
His words infuriate me, and I want to tell him how wrong he is. There’s no way that he—or any other man—could give me more than Knox has. I don’t want to cause a scene, but I’m desperate to get away from him.
Jumping up, I spill wine on my dress as I begin to move away from him. He gets up and follows me as I make my way inside. Going to the kitchen, I’m desperate to get the sticky liquid off me. I go to grab a paper towel, but Branson’s there before I can clean myself up. He begins wiping my chest, and I don’t care if he’s just trying to be nice. The feel of his fingers on my skin disgusts me, and I can’t imagine what Knox would do if he walked in right now.
Something snaps, and I move quickly, grabbing his hand and pulling his arm behind his back as I move behind him, twisting it so he cries out in pain. I push him against the island, forcing him to bend over when I twist his arm even harder.
“What the fuck! You stupid bitch, get your hands off me,” he growls before I take my other hand and push his face down on the counter.
“Let’s get one thing straight, asshole. I care about your brother, and no amount of flash or money could ever make me even look your way twice. The way I see it, you and Megan did Knox a favor, and while I should say thank you, you’re too much of a jerk to hear those words. Do not ever touch me again. Don’t even fucking look at me, for that matter.” Pushing once more on his face, I let him go, backing away from him.
“You bitch. You’re going to regret that,” he says, shaking out his arm. Staring him down, I cross my arms, just waiting for him to challenge me.
“Branson.” His names comes from the shadows, and it’s not until a stocky man emerges that I realize we weren’t alone. He walks towards us and extends his hand to mine.
“Knox Wellington,” he tells me.
Holy crap. I had no idea Knox was named after his dad. Now that I think about it, I remember he did call himself the third at the gate. I wonder why he’s never told me this before. Shaking his hand, I introduce myself. “Charlie Davenport.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie. I apologize for my son here. Until tonight, I didn’t actually believe he had a thing for his brother’s girls. I’m sorry you were subjected to that.”
I can’t help the confusion that crosses my face. “You didn’t know he stole Megan from Knox?” I ask.
“I had my suspicions, but I’d already lost one son. I tried to ignore them, but he just confirmed it for me,” he says, shaking his head, a look of disappointment washing over him.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wellington,” I tell him, and I truly mean it.
Looking over at me, he sighs. “Not as sorry as I am.”
The door opens, and Knox enters with Cohen and Amelia. I notice Megan following behind him. Rolling my eyes, I feel like I’m a character in a Lifetime Sunday night special. They would all walk in right at this moment.
Knox goes rigid when he sees Branson, but he’s absolutely stock-still the moment he sees his father. Swallowing hard, he nods. “Sir.” I hadn’t realized until now that, although we met Amelia, his father hadn’t made an appearance.
“Son. It’s nice to see you,” the senior Knox says, nodding back.
“What’s going on here?” my guy asks gruffly, eyes appraising the room as they fall on Branson, who’s still shaking out his arm. I grin to myself, happy to have caused him a little bit of pain, even though it’s nothing compared to what he did to Knox.
Waving him off, I make light of the situation, knowing that the last thing he needs is more family drama just when things are starting to look up. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll tell him. I don’t want to keep anything from him, but I’ll do it when we’re far, far away. “It’s nothing I couldn’t handle, babe,” I say, smiling sweet
ly as I move to him, placing my arm around his waist. He looks down at me, eyebrows furrowed, like he’s going to protest. Bringing a finger to his lips, I stop him before he can speak. “Trust me, okay?” I ask, eyes pleading for him to just let this go.
Relief washes over me when he simply nods and pulls me in closer to him. His father crosses the room, standing in front of him. He holds his hand out, and I watch as Knox shakes it.
“I’m glad you could make it, Knox. I assume she’s yours?” he asks, gesturing towards me. In the past, I’d be bristling at the comment, like I’m a possession to be owned, but the truth is, I am his. He completely owns me, and I’m more than okay with that.
“Yeah, Dad. This is my girl, Charlie,” he answers.
His dad looks at me, and squeezes my shoulder. “I know. We just met. That’s quite a woman you have, son. And I know it’s probably out of bounds for me to say this, but hold on to this one.”
Knox simply nods. “I plan on it, sir.”
His dad places his hand on his arm. “I’ve got some schmoozing to do, but I’d love a chance to talk to you at a different time, when things are less hectic. Will you come back if we set something up?”
Knox looks down at me, and I smile, nodding slightly. It’s the push he needs, and I watch in silence as Knox jots down his number and email address for him.
“It really is good to see you. I mean it, son,” his father says, and I’m shocked when Knox pulls away from me and moves into an awkward side hug with his dad.
“It’s good to be home, Dad,” Knox says, and it sounds like he means it. They pat each other’s backs and say goodbye before Mr. Wellington leaves the room.
“I think we’re going to head back to Clarksville,” Knox tells his mom and Cohen. Amelia comes over, giving him a hug, holding on a little longer than normal. He leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek, promising to be in touch. We say our goodbyes to Cohen, but Knox doesn’t say anything to Megan or Branson until we’re almost out of the room.
Stopping at the doorway, he turns to address them. “Someone once told me that I dodged a bullet where you two were concerned. I wasn’t sure I believed it at the time, but I know now I’m fucking lucky that you two decided to get together. And you know what? I’m not angry anymore. I hope you’re actually as happy as I am now. So thank you, not for breaking my heart, but for letting me go so I could find something real.”
Megan’s eyebrows furrow, and Branson looks pissed, but Knox doesn’t seem to care. I’m proud as hell at all he’s accomplished today. Nodding to his mom and Cohen, he grabs my hand, leading me out the door and to the car. It isn’t until we’re on the highway that Knox finally lessens his grip on my hand.
“So what happened?” he asks.
I take in a deep breath. I know I need to tell him, but he’s had such an emotional day and I don’t want to pile onto it.
I decide to go the whole ‘rip the Band-Aid off’ route. “Your piece-of-crap brother decided to tell me that being with him would be so much better than being with you, which pissed me off, causing my to spill my wine on myself, pissing me off even more. He tried to clean the wine off my chest, and then your dad walked in when I had him in an arm bar with his face pressed down on the counter as I warned him never to touch me again.” Damn, that was a mouthful.
Knox looks over at me, but I can’t read him. “You had Branson’s face pressed against the counter with his arm twisted behind his back?” I nod, and a huge grin spreads over his face. “And my dad walked in?” Again, I nod, and he brings my hand to his lips.
“My fucking girl,” is all he says as he turns back towards the road. Settling in my seat, I can’t help but be proud at how cool he’s being about all of this. I know this day has been overwhelming for him, and I’m more than glad he’s letting this go. That he trusts me enough to let me be a part of it. Turning in my seat, I look out the window, finally realizing that I’m one hundred percent head over heels in love with Knox Wellington.
IT’S BEEN over a month since that day at my parents’, and Mom and I have been talking several times a week. Things have been good, and I have to admit that it’s been nice having someone to talk to about Charlie who isn’t one of the guys. We don’t get too personal, not yet, but our relationship is slowly mending. I’m grateful for this second chance.
At the same time, Charlie’s had my back, supporting me and letting me talk it out whenever I’m feeling weird about how fast everything seems to happening with my family. I don’t think I could’ve done this without her, so I’m grateful she was there to give me a push in the right direction.
I didn’t have time to meet with my dad until today, and when I reluctantly said goodbye to Charlie this morning, she gave me a sweet kiss, reminding me that everything we’ve both been through has led us here and that I need to hear him out—which is exactly what I did. Hashing things out with him was easier than with Mom. We didn’t have all the emotional stuff. We agreed to let the past be the past, and I’m completely okay with that. He filled me in on how his consulting firm is doing, while I relived the years spent in the Army for him. It was good, a step in the right direction.
As I’m waiting for the elevator after having left Dad’s office, the conversation between my father and me replays in my head. It feels a little better knowing that he didn’t specifically know what Branson had done, and after talking it out, I think we’re going to be okay. Like I told my mom, it’s not going to be perfect overnight, but I think we can be a family again.
To be honest, I haven’t given it much thought over the last eleven years. Now that I’ve seen them, I realize how much I did miss having a relationship with my parents. Even though I went down a path they hadn’t wanted for me, I think we’ll be able to find common ground. I’m happy knowing that they didn’t write me off completely.
The ping that signals the elevator’s arrival pulls me out of my thoughts. I have to suppress a groan once the doors open and I see my brother, who looks surprised to see me. Stepping onto the elevator, I nod at him before pressing the button for the ground floor, but he just smirks at me. I’ve been trying not to stew on the fact that he tried to hit on Charlie, and now that I’m face to face with him, I want nothing more than to wipe the smug smile off his lips.
We’re standing next to each other, and I can see our reflections in the elevator doors. I look completely out of place here in my jeans, t-shirt, and flip-flops, especially standing next to him in his charcoal pinstripe suit. I’ve never been happier about my decision than I am right now, because I’m getting a glimpse of the future I could’ve had. I’m pretty damn sure I’d have ended up miserable.
“You know she’s just going to end up leaving you, too,” he warns, his voice filling the elevator.
Trying to keep my cool, I breathe in and out a couple of times. “You don’t know a thing about her—or me, for that matter—so keep your assumptions to your damn self.”
Shaking his head, he lets out a low whistle. “I saw how she was looking at me, knowing a real, successful man when she saw one. Not you, an uneducated Army burnout trying to play dress-up to hang with the real men. I’m sure the uniform has its appeal for now, but one day she’ll wake up and want something, someone more. Might as well get used to it.”
I can hear Charlie in the back of my head telling me to let it go, and I’m about to until he opens his mouth again.
“I do have to hand it to you, though. You sure know how to pick them. First Megan and now this one. Megan’s beautiful, but damn, the rack on your new girl? Unbelievable.” He barely gets the last word out before I have him backed up against the side wall of the elevator. Pressing my forearm against his throat, I bring my face down so that we’re only inches apart.
“If I wasn’t already aware that my girl had your face pressed down into the granite, I’d be ripping your goddamn tongue out of your throat for talking about her like that. But the way I see it, you already got your answer from her as to how she feels about you, so I’m
going to keep this short and simple.”
His face is turning red, and I relent—just a little bit. He swallows hard as he continues to watch me. “I have no fucking clue why you have a problem with me. Why you tried to ruin my life or why you had to steal Megan. At this point, I don’t really give a shit. You have your issues. You sort them out on your own. Leave me and leave my girl out of it. You may have won all those years ago, and hey, goddamn fucking congratulations. Better you than me. But this is one fight you don’t want to start, because I guarantee you’re not going to fucking win.”
Letting him go, I back away just as the elevator stops on the ground floor. As soon as the doors open, I step out and he follows behind me. Not looking back, I exit the building. I’m just about to get into my car when I hear his voice.
“You were going to take over the business,” he says.
I turn around, not understanding what he means. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He’s fondling a pair of keys, watching me. Leaning against the hood of my car, I want to leave, but a part of me wants to hear what he has to say. Sighing, he places his hands in his pockets before he continues.
“Right before I started the internship at Dad’s firm, I was going through some paperwork on his desk. Long story short, I found out our parents weren’t married when I was born. He was in his last year of college when it happened, and Mom was a summer fling. He didn’t even know about me until I was born and already fucking named. Haven’t you ever wondered how you ended up Knox the Third and not me? Not the firstborn?”
Nodding, I have to agree that it’s something I’ve always wondered about but never wanted to ask. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything? It’s just a name, Branson. You’re still a Wellington.”
Shaking his head, he disagrees. “Maybe in the Army, but here? It’s not just a name and you know it. It’s a legacy. And Dad wanted his son, his true namesake, to be running the business. It didn’t matter that I’d been interning for him every single summer of college after busting my ass the entire school year to maintain a 4.0 grade average. It’s not like I was expecting to be CEO as soon as I graduated, but when I overheard him telling his partner that he wanted you to take over the reins one day, even after you’d fucked up getting into college, I lost it. You took that from me, and I wanted to take something from you. And Megan was more than willing.”
