Page 145 of Broken Saint

A throat clearing opposite me finally drags my attention from my girl to my smug-looking little brother.

“What?” I snap, although there is zero bite to my tone.

His smirk grows.

“Nothing.”

“You’re an asshole.”

Kissing Ella on the cheek, I push my chair back and excuse myself to the bathroom.

I manage to get a minute alone to take a piss, but the second I step up to the sink to wash my hands, the door opens and West walks in.

“Fuck, he’s still smiling,” he teases, holding my eyes in the mirror.

I shake my head, but the smile never falters.

I’ve never been this fucking happy. Ever.

It’s…fucking incredible.

“I told her everything,” I blurt, remembering the topic of conversation the last time we spoke.

“See, I told you that she could hack it,” he says, marching toward the urinal to take a piss.

“Yeah,” I muse. “I took her to the facility,” I confess.

West’s shoulders tense.

“You saw Mom?” he asks, hopefully.

I laugh bitterly.

“I just parked outside. Explained.”

“And?” he prompts, turning to face me.

“And…she was incredible. She understood. She…she got it. She…accepted it.”

“Colt, from what I just saw out there, I’d say she more than accepted it. The way she looks at you, man. Fuck, do you know how fucking lucky you are?”

My smile grows.

“Jealous?”

Lifting his hand, he rubs the back of his neck. “Of having a girl like Ella in my life? Fuck yeah. You’ve hit fucking gold, getting a second chance with her.”

“Fuck knows what I did to deserve it.”

“Couldn’t fucking tell you,” he says helpfully before washing his hands. “Don’t you fucking dare let her go this time, though. There won’t be another chance.”

“She tell you that?”

Suddenly, the air around us turns serious. “None of us would forgive you if you hurt her again, Colt. If you fuck this up, then?—”

“I’m not letting her go again. This is it, Bro.”

“Fucking hell, you’ve already bought a ring, haven’t you?” he teases.