Amber Kell [The Cob Brothers] 1. Ash Swan [MM]

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one good thing in his life.
Darren narrowed his eyes. I m trying out your nice tux, Brian. Where do you think
you re going in it?
Take it off!
Oooh, the squirt has grown some balls. Sam, Brian s other brother, walked into the
room.
Angry tears filled Brian s eyes. He brushed them off. Why can t you two leave me the
hell alone? I pay for everything around here! I cook, I clean, I pay the bills, and all you do is
drink, smoke and ruin the few nice things I have!
Darren scowled. And you think that makes you better than us?
No. I think it makes me have the right not to have my crap messed with.
Sam loomed over Brian. You try and get a job in this economy.
You didn t have a job when the economy was better! Brian exclaimed. Focusing on
Darren, Brian stepped forward. Take off the tux. I m supposed to wear that tonight.
Oh, you mean this? Darren grabbed a sleeve and tore it off. His brothers were strong.
When not working, they lifted weights. In that moment, Brian didn t care how much bigger or
stronger they were.
He saw red.
With a scream of primal rage, he lunged at his brother, pounding him with his fists until
Sam pulled him off.
Stop being such a damn, drama queen, Sam said, tossing him into a chair.
What s going on here?
Their father rolled into the room in his wheelchair, his red eyes glowing with ill will.
What did you do this time, Brian?
What did I do? Darren stole my tux and tore it.
What do you need a tux for? Think you re getting too good to be with us? If I hadn t
promised your whore of a mother on her death bed to take care of you, I d have tossed you out a
long time ago.
Brian looked at his smirking brothers and his alcoholic father and his last nerve snapped.
His lip was split and one of his eyes felt so tender he was certain he wouldn t be able to see out
of it in an hour. You know what old man? You can pay your own bills. Maybe your two fine,
upstanding sons can take care of you. I don t give a crap anymore. I m out of here!
With one last look at his destroyed tux, Brian grabbed his bike and stormed out of the
apartment. If Landon didn t want him, Brian would find somewhere else to be. He was done.
Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed Landon.
No answer.
His lover was probably in the shower or something. Whatever he was doing, Brian knew
the other man would let him spend the night. He d break the news to Landon later that he d left
his family. Landon would understand. He didn t want to ruin their romantic night.
Shit, how was he going to go to the ball now?
By the time he made it back to Landon s condo, his entire body hurt, and he still didn t
have an answer about what to wear. Maybe he could get a tuxedo rental company on the phone.
It wouldn t be as good as the custom one Landon had ordered for him, but he couldn t disappoint
the only man who d ever cared for him.
With a nod to the doorman, Brian made his way to his lover s door. He tried the doorbell
first but when Landon didn t answer, he used his key.
The place was deserted.
Maybe Landon had last minute things to do before the ball? Brian knew Landon had
helped the governor with the publicity and graphic design for the event, but he still didn t know
exactly what his lover did for a living. Looking around the posh condo, he decided whatever it
was Landon did for a living, it paid extremely well.
Gently setting his bike by the door, Brian threw himself on the couch. He needed a few
minutes to give himself a pity party before trying to figure out what to do. Throwing his arm
across his sore face, Brian closed his eyes and let out the years of frustration in big, gasping sobs.
At least Landon wasn t there to witness his breakdown.
A soft sound caught his attention as if air had been displaced in the room. Lifting his arm,
Brian was shocked to see a woman in a short, silver-spangled mini with red, high-heeled go-go
boots and a daringly low cut black top standing in the middle of the room. The most startling part
of her was the pair of enormous black wings jutting out of her back.
Great, now he was hallucinating!
You re not Landon! she exclaimed as if discovering a big secret.
Brian gave a bitter laugh. No. I m not Landon. Are you an angel?
Maybe an angel of death!
She gave a light, tinkling laugh that was surprisingly sultry from such a tiny thing. No,
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