“Wait, you’re taking him to the family dinner? For the love of—why are you even going to the family dinner?” Amber had to shout over the sound of the gym shower. There was no one else here, so she’d followed him into the men’s locker room, the better to criticize his choices without interruption. “You could barely handle running into Bo and Carlos at the Planetarium and now you’re going to spend a whole evening at the same table?”
Rafi admired his new bruises in the mirror; Amber hadn’t pulled her punches in the boxing ring. Rafi would not have thanked her if she tried. “We have to figure out how to coexist sometime, Amber.”
“No. You don’t.” Amber shut off the water. “When one’s brother poaches one’s fiancée, he gives up any right to coexist with one in any way. Likewise one’s fiancée, h
