Chapter 9

Garrett was putty in Beau’s hand.

That was Toby’s thought as he watched his stepbrother and best friend chat with each other from across the cafeteria. The two sat alone, but it didn’t feel as if nobody wanted to join them. It was as if the auburn-haired enigma was somehow warding outsiders off with his presence alone. The Irons heir knew he wouldn’t be spending much time around Garrett during Trials season, but there was a sort of possessiveness that sprout up whenever he went to hang with somebody else. He was the first real friend Toby’s made in Sheffield.

“Stepbrother, huh? Still?” Rhys said from beside him, gazing at him with eager eyes.

Toby frowned. “What?”

“He’s still your stepbrother, right? Is the mother around?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.”

“Seriously,” Arthur stuck a fork into his mashed potatoes as his lips curled up in amusement. “Daddy Irons hasn’t gotten rid of her, yet? My pops cycles through his wives like cigarettes, I’d h