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So it was--as he stood in the shadows of the balcony of his ga dice--that he knew Tristan was in an unusually foul mood Oh, he was quick to sh Rafe was fairly certain his brother always perfore Tristan wasn’t enjoying the role he’d chosen for himself
Rafe truly didn’t care if his brother wasn’t happy, but he could see his te hich he wanted to deal was a brawl in his establishet where he was, s he’d have rather not done
So he’d be damned if he’d allow one of the brothers who’d left him at a workhouse to tarnish what he’d accomplished
"Mick, tell my brother that I wish to have a word"
"Yes, sir," the youngoff to do Rafe’s bidding Those orked for him were loyal, but still he didn’t trust them much farther than he could see them He certainly didn’t banter it about that he was a lord Shortly after he and his brothers had nized him, but because he kept to the shadows, many ceased to associate hi in his life had changed
He watched as Mick approached Tristan, leaned over, and whispered in his ear Tristan paused aze toward the balcony Their eyes e equal to the one that Tristan was sending Rafe had no doubt that he could hold his own He’d stopped being the baby brother the moment they’d cruelly abandoned hiht No, since then he felt nothing at all
The sareat deal tooand turned away froht have landed Mick stepped in to retrieve the winnings about which Tristan obviously didn’t care
Rafe headed for his office, regretting that he knehat Tristan needed was a brother to stand beside hi a brother to anyone
The nerve of the pup! Suh he were a ht to task because he was playing a bit too hard, drinking a bit tooa bit too loudly Granted, he didn’t pay the yearly fee so he supposed technically he wasn’t a a how nicely his fist would fit into his brother’s face
Tristan strode into the office in tilasses hiskey and shove one across the desk until it came to rest on the far side near a chair that faced hilass, and lifted it in a silent salute before downing its contents
Tristan supposed all that counted as an invitation