“I assume you’ve heard the news? What the fuck, Austin?” Ian sounded like one pissed-off NFL team owner.
“Am I talking to my cousin or Damon’s boss?”
Quinn curled her hands around his bicep in support.
“For the moment? Your cousin.”
Austin blew out a relieved breath. Ian was going to be reasonable, at least for now. “He didn’t take shit, Ian. I promise you that.” Austin would trust his brother and swear on his own life.
“Then prove it,” Ian said and disconnected the call.
With a groan, Austin laid his head back against the pillow. “Son of a bitch. When the press gets ahold of this…” He didn’t need to continue. He knew Quinn understood the ramifications.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“Family meeting.”
She met his gaze, an uncertain look in her eyes, and he could read the question in her expression: Should she come? Was she welcome? Or were they closing ranks tight?
He held out a hand and she placed her palm against his. “Welcome to the Prescott family, Quinn.” He thought about the situation, all the parties involved, and managed a grin. “Welcome to the Prescott-Dare family,” he amended.
She threw her arms around him, and he pulled her on top of him, their bare bodies molding together. Unfortunately they had no time for fun.
As for her place in this family? An engagement ring was next on his list of things to do after he settled his brother down. They might only have been together for a week, but he and Quinn had had a year of getting to know each other behind them.
She was his.
And he belonged to her.
Now and forever.