Violet moved quickly, clamping a hand over Wesley Merritt's mouth while pushing against his chest with the other.
"Wesley, get off me! How dare you try to take advantage of my brother with me right here?!" Oscar Merritt erupted, practically bristling with fury. If he weren't paralyzed, he'd have leapt up on the spot.
Violet was utterly exasperated!
These two brothers were downright outrageous—one pinning her down and trying to make a move, the other pointing fingers like he was blind.
"Do your eyes sit on your backside? Can't you see it's your brother attacking *me*?"
Oscar didn't care. "It's all your fault my brother ended up like this!"
Violet's mouth twitched violently. "Listen, can you stop standing there making snide remarks? If you don't come help me right now, I'm giving up!"
