Don't Tell (Don't 1)

Anchored inside me was where he needed to be. It was where I wanted him. We were bound together on so many levels.

“Do you want to tell me what happened, now?” I ventured.

He sighed. “Do you know how much I need you, Molly?”

He leaned forward on his arms, hovering over me.

“We need each other,” I answered. The email was lurking in the back of my head. This wasn’t the moment to tell him about it. The guilt started to erode the haze of my afterglow.

He pressed up. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable piece of furniture. It was meant for décor impact, not to binge watch shows all weekend. I doubted anyone in the palace did that.

He looked up, noticing the surroundings. “Nice apartment.” He grinned.

“Thanks. Haven’t you been in here before?”

He shook his head. “Not since it was redecorated.”

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Who had occupied the rooms next to his before I did?

“This is redecorated?”

He laughed. “You should have seen it before. Burgundy and gold everything.”

I stuck out my tongue. “Ok, then this is better.”

He moved to the end of the couch, repositioning me so I was now against his chest. I reached for a cashmere throw at the end of the armrest. It was the softest blanket I’d ever felt. Damon layered it over the side of my body.

“I was at Dominic’s before I came here.” His statement surprised me.

“Oh?” I waited for him to fill me in on what happened. I knew it wasn’t good news, whatever it was.

“I signed an order.”

“What kind of order?”

He exhaled. “He’s going to rehab.”

I sat forward, the cashmere falling from my hip. “Oh God, Damon. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “I should have done it a long time ago.” He pressed his hands to his face, running his palms to his forehead. “I let it get out of control. I let him crash.” He shook his head.

I pulled his heavy hands from his face. “Hey, you’re not responsible for your brother’s choices. You know that, right?”

“But I should have helped him sooner. I’m his older brother damn it. I let it go on too long. I put it on Kenley. What kind of brother does that? I pawned his problems off on her.”

“What’s important is that you’re getting help for him now. Focus on that. When does he leave? Where is this place?”

“Kenley is going with him. It’s in Spain. It’s best that he’s away from Galona press. He leaves tonight.”

“Spain?”

He nodded. “He doesn’t want to go. He’s fighting the entire thing. But he’s still drunk. Of course he’s going to fucking fight.”

I twisted my lips together. “Isabel stopped by today.”

“She did? Was it about Dominic?”

“No. Actually, she really wants to take a trip to Spain.”