Daphne
It was all quite anticlimatic. Nash dropped that bomb on my brothers, which, of course, made me the happiest woman in the world. After we sent my family off to the guest room that had been hastily prepared for them, we faced each other.
“Don’t get too excited, Daph,” Louis said quietly in my ear, “It’s probably just the booze talking.”
Maybe it was the booze talking, but I was of the opinion it might have just loosened his tongue and allowed the truth to slip out. The question was, would Nash even remember it in the morning?
That, I doubted.
“Alright big guy,” Louis relieved Nash of the almost-empty bottle. He looked at the label and cringed. “Time for bed.”
“Yeah,” Nash agreed readily, and draped his arm over Louis’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”
“Oh my goddess,” I mumbled,
