Brett glares at me, his jaw tightening as he steps closer. “Bro, she’s not going to be another one of your flings.” His voice is low, almost a growl, and it stings more than I expected. I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.
“I know, bro,” I say, my tone steady but softer. “There’s something different about her. And you and Jax—well, I can tell you feel the same way.”
He doesn’t respond right away, his eyes searching mine as if trying to find some hidden truth. Finally, he lets out a frustrated breath and turns away, running a hand through his messy hair. “Just don’t screw this up, Miles.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it, and watch as he stalks out of the room. My chest feels heavy, but there’s also a flicker of resolve. I know Brett’s protective nature comes from a place of care, n
