From This Moment On

Because she hadn’t just fallen in love with Marcus...she’d fallen for his entire family while she was at it.

Chapter Twenty-one

“What the hell is going on with you guys?” Gabe asked as he and Zach walked into the garage, with Chase and Ryan following closely behind.

“Marcus has been doing our pretty young guest.”

Marcus grabbed a handful of Smith’s shirt. “Talk like that about her again and I’ll make sure you can only do horror films from now on.”

“Whoa,” Gabe said, moving to put himself between his brothers. “Hold on a second.”

Marcus was on the verge of letting Smith go when he said, “What the hell are you doing with someone like her? Isn’t she a little young and slutty for you?”

A split second later, Marcus was throwing the first punch. The two of them each got a couple of good slams in before Zach and Gabe worked together to pull them off each other.

“You don’t know the first goddamned thing about her.”

“And you’re telling me that you do? Beyond how wild she is in bed, that is."

“I warned you,” Marcus growled.

Smith held up his hands and took a step back, “Look, I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m just trying to talk some sense into you.”

“Hold up,” Zach said. “Somebody give me the Cliff Notes version of what the hell is going on.”

All eyes turned to Marcus and he bit out the words, “Nicola and I met after the engagement party. I didn’t know who she was at first.”

Gabe whistled low and long. “Trust old man Sullivan not to recognize a huge pop star. So, when did you figure it out?”

“When Lori invited me to the dance studio the next day for their rehearsal.” He ran his hand over his face. “I thought Nicola was one of the dancers.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Zach was right. He was an idiot. What the hell was he doing in the garage with his brothers when Nicola was outside in the yard with his mother and sisters? He’d vowed that the next time he saw her he’d fix everything. Instead, all he’d done was make everything worse.

“I’ve got to go talk to her,” he said, but Smith grabbed his arm. Hard.

“Do you have any idea what it will be like to date her?”

“I don’t care about her fame.”

“That’s easy to say now,” Smith said, “but what about the fiftieth time you guys try to go out? You’ll think you’re having a private conversation about grapes or songs or whatever the hell you two talk about and someone will snap a shot that looks like you’re fighting. The next thing you know, the headline will be that you couldn’t hack it, that you were too different from the start. They’ll even throw in some quote from an anonymous friend saying Nicola always knew you were wrong together. You’ll want to trust her when she says it isn’t true, that she didn’t say that to anyone, but you’ll start wondering if she actually did.”

It was the most Smith had ever said to any of them about the trials of fame, but Marcus didn’t care right now about how hard life could be for his hugely famous brother. All he cared about was the woman he’d hurt by being careless with her heart.

“I know you think you’re helping, but this is between me and Nicola, not you guys, and not the rest of the goddamned world.”

But Smith wouldn’t stay out of his face. “Listen to me. For a guy like you who likes his expensive wine, his peace and quiet out there in the grapevines, all that trouble that comes with fame will drive you crazy. Fast.” Smith frowned. “What I don’t get is how the hell no pictures of you two have surfaced yet?"

“We’ve been careful,” he said between his teeth.

“You two are skulking around in corners? See, it’s already messed up, man.” Smith gestured to his brothers. “We all get that Jill turned out to be a cold bitch and Nico is a hot rebound—a damned great rebound—but her life is way too messy for a straight-ahead guy like you.”

Ryan nodded. “Hate to say it, but he’s right, Marcus. The press will drive you insane. Even playing baseball, they’re in my face way too often.”

Surprisingly, Chase nodded. “She seems great—much sweeter, more innocent-looking than I thought she’d be after some of things I’ve heard about her.” He pinned Marcus with his steady gaze. “But it doesn’t help that she looks like she’s barely graduated high school. Everyone is going to think you’re nothing but a dirty old man.”

Only Gabe broke in to say, “Hold up a sec. Are you in love with Nico?”

“Her name is Nicola,” Marcus shot at his youngest brother.

And Gabe wasn’t the one who needed to know that he was in love with Nicola. None of his brothers were the ones who needed to hear those words.

The one person who needed to know exactly how he felt about her was sitting out in his mother’s backyard thinking he didn’t love her back.

All because he’d been too much of a coward to own up to his feelings.

“Get out of my way,” he growled to his five younger brothers.

No one said another word. They just parted ranks to let him through.

“Jesus,” Zach swore as Marcus left the rest of them standing in the garage with their mouths open, “I can’t believe the six of us were in here talking like a bunch of girls about love and relationships."