12
Twelve years ago, after Wendy had died, Blake had chosen to defend Reece. Eight years ago, when we were still arguing over his brother's involvement, he chose to leave.
Tonight he chose me. It was what I'd always wanted. And yet it didn't make me feel any better.
Damn it. I'd done enough to ruin Reece's life. I wouldn't ruin his engagement party as well.
"Go," I said, giving Blake a gentle push in the arm. "I'll stay right here and when you're finished, we'll talk."
His nostrils flared. He looked to the stage where Ash, Reece, Cleo, Becky, Ellen and Harry stood watching, waiting. Someone on the other side of the ballroom coughed and it sounded as loud as a church bell. Oh God, Blake was going to dig his heels in and refuse.
"I promise I'll still be here, Blake. Please get up there
