Salvatore set his untouched drink on the nightstand, and watched as Nicolette held a gorgeous cream-colored gown in front of her. “They are all beautiful, Nic. Which one do you want to wear?” Nicolette’s brows furrowed. “You always have an opinion about what I should wear.” He shrugged. “Wear what you want, or should I say...wear what you think Darian would like.” She stared at him for a long moment, and unable to keep eye contact he glanced out the window. Huge gray clouds hung in the air, swirling overhead. The weather seemed to match his mood perfectly. During the hunt he had waited patiently while Nicolette and Darian had disappeared into the trees. The temptation to follow had been too overwhelming and he had followed, leaving his horse behind. The sight of Nicolette in Darian’s arms had been like receiving a blow to his gut. When his brother had let his hands wander over her buttocks, cupping them, pulling her up against him, it had been all he could do not to scream ‘no’.
