The jealous rage I had been feeling immediately switched its focus from the guys to my sister. A red haze settled over me as I swung my attention back to her. “What the fuck did you just say?” I asked keeping my voice low and even as I towered over her.

She opened her mouth to speak but I knew I’d lose it if she said anything else bad about Blaire.

“Don’t. If you want to walk out of here with your dignity then don’t. If you ever say anything like that about Blaire again I will cut you loose. Do. You. Fucking. Understand.”

Nan’s eyes went wide. I’d never spoken to her this hard before. But she’d gone too far. She jumped up and threw her napkin down on the table. “I can’t believe you. I’m your sister. She’s just… she’s just…”

“She’s just the woman I’m in love with. You need to remember that,” I finished for her.

Nan’s eyes flashed fire as she spun around and stalked out of the clubhouse. I didn’t care. I needed her to leave before I said anything else. I didn’t want to hurt her. I loved her but I hated the words that continued to pour out of her mouth.

A hand touched my arm and I jerked in response before I realized it was Blaire. Her blue eyes were full of concern. This was what she’d been afraid of. Nan and her hate. I couldn’t blame her but I also couldn’t live without Blaire. However, right now I needed to be alone.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered then pulled away from her grasp and threw money down on the table before following Nan out of the dining room.

I spent the next three hours in the gym. My body was physically beat by the time I walked out of there.My anger had faded. I just wanted to see Blaire now. Her shift would be over and I wanted to hold her. She deserved an apology. I should have never taken Nan to the clubhouse to eat. She’d asked that I meet her there for lunch so I’d gone. I’d even made sure we sat in Jimmy’s section. I hadn’t wanted it to be awkward for Blaire. But it had backfired anyway. That was the last time I allowed Nan near her. She can’t get over it and Blaire doesn’t deserve it.

I knocked on the condo door and waited. No one came. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone only to be reminded Blaire had no phone. Dammit. I was going to get her phone from my house and force her to take it back. What if she was hurt? What if she’d gone off somewhere and wasn’t coming back?

“She’s out with Jimmy,” Bethy’s voice called from behind me. I turned around to see Bethy walking up from the direction of the golf course. “She stopped by after her shift and told me she and Jimmy had a hot date.”

Why hadn’t she told me? Because she didn’t know where to find me if she had wanted to tell me. I’d run out on her like an ass. “When will she be home?” I asked as Bethy stepped in front of me and unlocked the door.

“Don’t know. She was upset. You know anything about that?” Bethy asked in a sour voice as she pushed the door open.

I didn’t ask to come in I just followed her in. “Nan and I had lunch at the clubhouse today. It didn’t go so well.”

Bethy scrunched her nose in disgust. “You think? Whatever for? I can’t imagine your bitch of a sister doing anything to upset Blaire.” Bethy threw her purse down and muttered a curse word. “She doesn’t need the stress you know. She’s pregnant and determined to stay on her feet and carry trays around all day. You adding your family drama is not what she needs. Next time you want to have family bonding time with the wicked witch do it somewhere else.”

She was right. I shouldn’t have let Blaire see Nan. I should have never trusted Nan to be nice. Or at least be civil. This was my fault and I needed to find Blaire.

“Where is she?” I asked

Bethy plopped down on the sofa. “Getting a break from this shit life she’s been handed.”

If Bethy wanted to hurt me she was doing a damn good job. I was ready to beg when the door opened.

“Sorry I’m late. We went to…” she trailed off when her eyes met mine. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied,walking over to stand in front of her but afraid to touch her. “I’m so sorry. Please come back to your room and let me explain.”

She made the first move and wrapped her arms around my waist. “It’s okay. I’m not upset.”

She was going to comfort me. Again. That’s what she always did: worry about other people. “No, it’s not,” I replied and took her hand to pull her back to her room. Away from Bethy who wasn’t my biggest fan right now.

“Go let him grovel. He needs to. Fuck. I need him to,” Bethy said from the couch, waving us off and grabbing the remote for the television.

Blaire

Rush continued to pull me into my room until the door was closed behind us and he was sitting on my bed with me in his lap. I had been upset earlier but I was fine now. He had been in an awful situation and Nan had been upset. I was sure Woods was pleased there hadn’t been a big scene with me involved.

“Rush, I promise you that everything is fine. I’m okay,” I assured him, cupping his face in my hands. Dealing with Nan and her hatred was part of the deal. I got that and I was going to have to live with it if I wanted Rush in my life.

He shook his head. “Nothing about today was okay. I should have never agreed to have lunch with her there. I knew better. I should have never trusted her to be a normal person. I’m so sorry, baby. I swear to you that will never happen again.”

I covered his mouth with mine and pushed him back on my bed. “I told you it’s okay. Stop apologizing,” I whispered against his lips.

Rush’s hands slid up my shirt and found my bra that was now two sizes too small.Its strap was cutting into my skin after having to wear it all day. He unsnapped it then ran his hands over the skin that was marked from the pressure of the ill‑fitting bra.

“You need a new bra,” he said, brushing his fingers back and forth over my back making me shiver from pleasure.

“Mmmm if you promise to do that everynight I’ll be fine,” I assured him leaning down to kiss him again.

He pulled back. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with a pained voice.

Tell him what? I put my hands on either side of his head and lifted myself up to hover over him. “What is it I was supposed to tell you?” I asked, confused.

Rush slipped his hands around my sides until they were sliding under my breasts and I forgot that we were having a conversation. That felt so good. Moaning, I pushed my chest into his hands and was getting ready to beg.

“Your skin is cut from this fucking bra, Blaire. Why did you wear it? I’d have gotten you a new one. I’m getting you a new one before you go anywhere else.”

He was still talking about my bra. “Rush, I need you to touch me now. Don’t worry about my bra. Just please…” I bent my head down and took small nips at his shoulder and kissed my way down his chest.

“As good as that feels you can’t distract me. I want to know why you didn’t tell me your damn bra was hurting you. I don’t want you hurting.”

I lifted my head and studied him. He was frowning. This really bothered him. No one ever worried about me like this. I wasn’t used to it. My heart swelled and I reached down and pulled my shirt and bra off. “Rush. I need a new bra. This one has gotten too small. Would you take me to get one? Please?” I teased as his hands came up and cupped my swollen breasts making me cream in my panties even more.

“Tits as fucking perfect as these need to be taken care of. I can’t stand the thought of them being in pain,” he smirked up at me, “unless of course I’m the one causing the pain.” He pinched both of my nipples hard and I cried out.

“Thesetitties are mine, Blaire. I take care of what is mine,” he whispered before pulling a nipple into his mouth.

I just nodded and rocked against him. His erection was pressing against my swollen clit and if I rubbed just a little bit longer I was going to come. I really needed to come.