“I think,” Benedict said, leaning back in his chair, “that he’s telling you you’re an ass.”Īnthony just shook his head wearily. “What the hell is he talking about?” Anthony grumbled. I know you, and I’m getting to know Kate, and knowing what I know-” “Close your damned mouth,” he muttered.Ĭolin swallowed, smacked his lips, and took a sip of his tea to wash it all down. As this hadīeen strictly forbidden while growing up in their household, Anthony could only deduce that Colin wasĭisplaying such poor manners only to make more noise. “If I might offer you a piece of advice?” Colin said, munching on his walnut. If Anthony had had a pistol, he would have shot them both, hang the noise. “Ears a bit sensitive this afternoon, are they?” “Don’t,” Anthony bit out, his hand shooting out to grab the book, “even think about it.” “Do you want the crackers as well?”īenedict shook his head and grinned as he held up a fat, leather-bound book.

“Hand me one of those walnuts, will you?”Ĭolin tossed one across the table.

Splitting it open with a viciously loud crack.Īnthony lifted his head just far enough to glare at him.īenedict watched his brother with raised brows and the vaguest hint of a smirk.

“Kate boot you out of the house?” Colin asked, grabbing a walnut from a large pewter dish in the middle His head was pounding, his ears were ringing, and his brothers, who had been surprised to discover himĪnthony put his hands over his ears and groaned.Everyone was talking far too loudly. “By the following morning, Anthony was drunk.

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