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Willow slips her hand into the crook of Do a cutesy air kiss to her brother that prettyaway I spin to follow, getting one foot planted, then I’ht to a halt

Grasping me by the upper arm, Dax mutters, “Oh no you don’t We need to talk”

He spins ht out of the bar area into what is now an e deeper into the restaurant until the sounds of the party recede

When he releases h his hair He looks far more upset with me than he did with Willow, and I don’t understand why Surely he knows his sister is the ring leader here

Finally, his eyes travel downto me He motions at an?”

I glance at e because of the cut, and then raise my head My voice is almost nonexistent when I weakly offer, “A dress”

“Really?” he replies with utter sarcasm “Because it looks like a few scraps of material thrown on your body Did you really think that was appropriate to wear?”

And then it hits me

He’s judging me Immediately, I’m over the concerned brother act I certainly hadn’t put up with that fro to put up with it from Dax

I step into hio on er “What I choose to wear—or not to wear as see business, Dax Monahan”

“It most certainly is my business,” he yells

Actually bends his head down and yells right inyou home”

I jerk rip “You most certainly are not”

“You are begging for the palan”

“What in the hell is going on here?” Willow’s voice cuts over our spat, and Dax and I ju there with her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at her brother