Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Page A

him?”
    “Pretty fucking bad,” answered Stratton, looking at Alex with disgust.
    “Okay, Strat,” said Alex personably, winking at Weston. “New question. It’s your wedding to Val. She looks gorgeous and the sun’s setting and she has her heart set on wedding party photos at sunset with the whole bridal party present. Wes, here, is missing, and Val’s starting to get upset…on her wedding day. Finally—eureka!—your sweet and attentive brother, Alex, finds Wes getting it on with some random party-goer in an upstairs bedroom. I tell him it’s time for pictures, and he tells me to fuck off. Do you want me to cock-block him for Val’s pictures or leave him alone to get his rocks off?”
    “Cock-block him,” said Stratton, without flinching. He ordered two Merlots, and then shifted his glance to Weston. “Sorry, man. It’s Val.”
    Weston rolled his eyes, muttering, “You’re such an asshole, Alex” under his breath and turned his back to his older brothers to order a drink.
    “You just don’t get it yet, Romper Room,” said Alex, sliding a low-ball glass of scotch toward himself and swirling the ice cubes. “You’ve never been in love like me and Strat. You’re still playing field with cheap pieces of ass like the one you had in your room this—”
    He doubt Alex saw it coming.
    Weston spun so fast and his fist curled and pulled back with such quick and mighty force, Alex’s head had snapped back from the strength of the blow before he was even able to finish his sentence. Stumbling back into Stratton, who grabbed Alex’s shoulders to steady him, it took Alex several seconds to regain his bearings.
    Weston panted angrily, ready to go again if Alex came at him.
    “What the fuck ?” asked Alex, dabbing at his split lip with the back of his hand.
    “Don’t talk about her.”
    “About who? Some chick you picked up to bang at a wedding? Are you seriously—”
    The thing about Alex? Sometimes he just didn’t think. This time Weston caught his jaw with an uppercut that whipped Alex’s head up and back so fast, it slammed into Stratton’s forehead.
    “Fuck!” exclaimed Stratton, who rubbed his forehead, likely more surprised than injured. “What the hell, Wes?”
    “I told him not to talk about her.”
    “Alex, stop fucking talking about her,” advised Stratton, shaking his head at them like they were both crazy before taking his two glasses of Merlot off the bar and turning into the crowd to find Valeria.
    “What is wrong with you?” asked Alex, rubbing his chin and working his jaw, which was already starting to discolor.
    “You don’t know her.”
    “Do you ?” asked Alex, his eyes furious as he reached for his drink then winced as the scotch bathed his split lip.
    “Better than you do.”
    “Get yourself together, Romper Room.”
    “Don’t call me that again.” He fisted his hands, resting them on the bar.
    Alex narrowed his eyes, still massaging his jaw with his thumb and forefinger. “You hit me again, Weston , I hit back. Got it?”
    Weston nodded.
    Alex’s tone softened. “I didn’t realize she was important to you. I misunderstood the situation.”
    Weston took another sip of scotch without looking at Alex, curious to find that Alex’s word “important” didn’t faze Weston in the least. In fact, it felt like the right word, which made no sense at all.
    “If you called Jess a ‘cheap piece of ass,’ you’d be flat on your back by now and you wouldn’t come-to for a few hours,” he continued. “Sorry about it. I didn’t realize there was someone besides Connie.”
    “It’s fine, Alex,” said Weston, not bothering to correct his brother.
    “I’d like to meet her,” he said gently.
    “And here I thought your dog days were over,” said Jessica Winslow, Alex’s fiancée, from behind him. “ Who do you want to meet? What’s her name?”
    Alex turned and smiled, hooking an arm around her waist. “Wes’s new girl.”
    Jessica cringed at Alex’s face.