A Jealous Brother

Adrian Sinclair stepped forward, his presence heavy enough to make the air feel ten times thicker.

Ethan immediately sensed the tension rolling off the man in waves.

It wasn't hard to tell that Adrian was not pleased with what he had just walked into.

His sharp, calculating eyes weren't scanning the resort, nor the people around him.

Instead, his full attention was locked onto Ethan.

And Ethan? Well, for the first time in a long time, he felt like a high school kid caught sitting too close to the principal's daughter.

If looks could kill, Ethan would be six feet under before dessert arrived.

Melissa, however, looked completely unbothered.

She waved at her brother with the same casual ease she always carried. "Adrian! You're here early!"

Ethan almost wanted to give her credit for her ability to remain oblivious to the pure rage simmering beneath Adrian's otherwise composed expression.