The inside of the house was way bigger than Colton expected—bright walls, expensive furnishing, a high ceiling that stretched from the floor to roof.But what irritated him most, as he watched his brother wrap his cut, bleeding palm, was how every corner of the place, down to the marble floors, carried a woman’s touch.Not that he couldn't live with it, but Ethan? Ethan would’ve hated it. That was just not the man he knew, so why was he subjecting himself to all this.He shifted in the chair where he sat, nursing the glass of whiskey he'd poured for himself.Ethan could feel his unease and the way he'd been staring around with disgust, but he didn't pay attention to him. He just focused on wrapping the bandage tighter.“She got you out of jail, didn't she?" Colton finally said, his eyes fixed on his glass.No response.“Who is she?” His voice stayed calm, but when Ethan still didn’t respond, he looked up. “Who is she, Ethan?”“She’s someone no one was ever meant to know about.”“Why?"
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