Dylan's POV
The blanket was of no use. The clouds were clearly a distraction from what he wanted to do with her, barely covering the scene from the eyes of their audience. In this case, it was just me - their unholy audience.
My jaws were grinding into each other. The silly smirk on my brother's face was pissing me off. Can't he see that she's uncomfortable and trying to pry away from him? If I were in that position, I would have let her walk away and try again, keeping my distance. Just like I did last time.
Oh...
The realization hit me like a train. It ran me over with mixed feelings, mostly indifference towards my own brother.
He knew I was about to get lucky with Scarlett. It was a deliberate attempt to make me lose the bet, isn't it Ryder?
You disrupted my motive t
