"Or we can keep chilling by the pool for the next three days," Dorian says suggestively, taking a sip of his wine, "since it'll be that long before we have travel documents anyway."
Sean's fingers clench around the stem of his glass. "People will be concerned about us—," he snaps irritably.
"No," Dorian counters, his expression hard. "They'll be concerned about you two. Nobody gives a rat's ạss about me."
"Hey!" My brows draw together indignantly.
As Dorian's gaze lights on me, his expression softens. He leans close and kisses me. "Thanks, kitten. But you know what I mean."
"Don't underestimate the people around you," Sean says angrily. "Sandy's not the only one who cares. You're my brother." His golden eyes grow distant for a few seconds. "The best of the three MacOmb sons. You might be surprised what doors that's already opened."
