Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

“Is this part of the groveling strategy?” Sebastian asks skeptically.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Okay, then. Go grovel,” Sebastian encourages. He and Blake exchange relieved looks.

“Yeah. Go grovel. This motto will go on your grave, Logan,” Blake says.

Ignoring that last part, I ask both of them, “Any tips?”

“Don’t make any promises you don’t mean,” Sebastian says firmly.

Blake folds his arms. “Especially if she tells you to take out the trash every day. Women have a tendency to remember those promises like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Blake!” I throw my hands up. “I’m pretty sure that topic won’t come up.”

“Just saying.”

“I’d still buy her a present,” Sebastian says.

“Changed my mind. I don’t need any tips. You’re both clueless when it comes to my woman.”

“I love this,” Blake announces.

“What?” Sebastian and I ask at the same time.

“Watching a woman trapping my second-eldest brother,” Blake answers.

Sebastian shakes his head. “Eventually, your time will come.”

“In about a million years. I’m very happy with my man-whore status for the moment. Just because you two decided to stick with one woman doesn’t mean I want to follow your lead. By all means, please start shooting out babies as soon as possible to keep Mom and Dad busy.”

“They already gave you the talk, didn’t they?” I ask. Judging by Blake’s grimace, they did. “I need a ride to the airport.”

At this, Blake snaps his head to me, his eyes wide. Even Sebastian appears surprised.

“Long-distance groveling?” Blake questions. “I can drop you off at the airport.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t scare him off,” Sebastian calls after us as we head to the door.

Blake grins. “I’d never do that. I like Nadine. I’ll give him more shit about the almost-striptease we both got.”

Right. Blake should consider himself a lucky man if I don’t throttle him on the way to the airport. Taking out my phone, I dial Pippa’s number.

“Hello, brother,” she greets me.

“I need you to keep Nadine busy for two days.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nadine

“This dress is gorgeous.” A redhead in her thirties stands in front of a mirror, admiring herself in one of my dresses.

“It brings out the best in your figure,” I say brightly, even though my mind is somewhere else. I keep checking the phone in my hand. Logan isn’t replying. Why isn’t he replying?

“And that bra,” she whispers conspiratorially. “It’s fantastic.”