Chapter 4

FOUR

Colin

F inding my dear husband and his twin brother was easy…once Isaac told me where they were. How the hell did Owen find them so fast? I should probably feel bad for guilting Isaac into telling me, but I don't, so fuck it.

It doesn't matter.

I climb down the steps of the plane they sent for me, because of course they did, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Isaac. It really would not have surprised me to learn that Oliver had a plane sent for me only to take me to some remote, deserted island.

The driver of the car Isaac is standing next to opens the back door for us, and after a quick hug, we get in. I sigh when my ass hits the comfortable leather seats and exhaustion threatens to pull me under.

"So, what the hell?" Isaac demands.

I flop my head to the side and see him with his arms crossed, shoulders squared, and a lifted eyebrow.

"I don't have the energy for dramatics today." I sigh again. I'm so damn tired. I don't think I've slept since waking up in that damn Vegas hotel suite. How long ago was that? A day? Two? I have no idea.

"I'll be a lot more dramatic if you don't start spilling the tea."

Okay, apparently living with Oliver is giving Isaac an attitude…I'm both proud and annoyed.

"I don't actually know, okay? But the very idea of a fucking Godfrey marrying my little sister–a child–makes me want to commit violent acts of premeditated murder." I suck in a breath before continuing. "So, I did what I had to do." I shrug. "Found Owen drinking at a bar, got him drunker, and convinced him to marry me. Simple."

Isaac blinks at me, his eyes a little glassed over. "Simple. Right." He shakes his head, probably shaking my genius from his mind. "You know Oliver is going to kill you, right? Like there is no way this is going to go well. And I can't save you from him."

I shrug again and lean against the seat, closing my eyes for the rest of the drive.

"He's strangely protective of Owen. You have no idea what you've just done." Isaac's voice is softer, but I'm not sure if that's his volume or me sinking into blackness.

I'm jolted awake by Isaac. The door of the car opens, and the bright, tropical sun is shining on my face. Fucking sun.

"Come on, they're inside."

I unceremoniously drag myself from the car and follow my new family member up the path toward the villa. I have to admit that it's gorgeous. Beautiful teal ocean and white sand beaches, tropical plants with big leaves and bright flowers.

Oliver's voice carries on the wind, bringing his conversation with my new husband to us at the front of the building.

"Life is so much easier when you aren't letting other people drown you. I'm proud of you. For the first time, you didn't make a choice based on what anyone else thought. You picked you." That cocky, self-entitled tone is definitely Oliver.

"You're proud of me?" The shock in Owen's voice would be comical if it didn't sound so heartfelt.

"I am. Now get off this fucking island before I pick me and strangle you so I can have alone time with my husband."

I glance at Isaac, who is also eavesdropping with me, and I smirk when his face turns pink. Like we don't all know they're here to fuck themselves into oblivion. I am self-aware enough to know I'm jealous about it since I don't see myself having sex anywhere in the near future.

"Can't I at least stay for?—"

"No." Oliver's tone is final, and gods how it makes me want to rile him up. There really is nothing more fun than pissing him off.

"Fucking rude. But at least you said you're proud of me and I picked well." I smile at Owen's words, but stop when Oliver speaks.

"No, do not put words in my mouth. I said you picked you. I never said well."

I huff and roll my eyes. What a dick.

Isaac shifts next to me, clearly uncomfortable with me hearing Oliver's words. But let's be real, he would say them to my face as well. Oliver doesn't say anything to anyone he isn't willing to say into a microphone.

"What does that mean?" Owen's getting agitated now, and it's interesting to hear. I rarely see emotion from Owen. I can't wait to see what else gets under his skin and makes him tick.

"You picked badly, but I have faith you'll get better at it with time."

I stride into the villa, throwing open the door and not trying to hide my presence at all.

"Nice to know you're already planning to replace me, Oliver." I smile at him before scanning the area for Owen. I find him rumpled, with dark circles under his eyes, leaning against the back of a couch. Even in distress, the man is sexy as sin. It should be a crime to be that damn attractive, and straight, while married to me.

"You're barely first marriage material. Owen can do better." He slides his gaze to his brother, who is staring at me. What does he see when he looks at me? Is it the same as Oliver? Disgust, annoyance, and contempt? The idea sends a pang into my heart. "Right now, I don't care what you do, just get out of my villa. You've intruded on my honeymoon enough."

A knowing smile lifts my lips. Even as exhausted as I am, I get a thrill out of fucking with Oliver's possessiveness.

"By all means, continue on with your plans. I don't mind a show."

Isaac sighs behind me, and I don't have to look at him to know he's hanging his head.

"If you think I won't feed you to the fish and not lose a wink of sleep over it, you're wrong. Get. Out." He turns back to Owen. "Figure this out between you or lie low for a month until I get back. I'm not letting your poor decisions ruin my sex life."

For just a split second, an emotion covers Owen's face. Something like fear or betrayal, but it's gone so quickly I almost don't believe I saw it.

"There's already a flight plan approved to return home. You have two hours."

Oh goodie. Another trip on a plane. I swear my ass is numb from the one I just got off of.

"Are you serious? We can't crash here for a nap?" I look at Isaac who has rolled his lips inside his mouth to keep from speaking.

"The plane is big enough for you to sleep on." Oliver grabs Owen's arm and whispers to him while moving him toward the door.

For fuck's sake.

Frustrated, I follow while imagining tripping Oliver so he slams his perfect face into the doorframe.

All I hear from Owen is, "I forgot them," and Oliver's jaw tenses. The two of them have some kind of silent, twin conversation, and Oliver crosses his arms. Owen's shoulders droop for a minute, but it doesn't take him long to square them again and stride from the villa. It's kind of impressive to watch, if I'm being honest with myself.

"Well, thanks, I guess." I reach out to pat Oliver, but he grabs my wrist, just like I knew he would. I blow a kiss at him with a wink and take off out the door before he can come up with something painful in retribution.

The car is still sitting out front, and the driver is next to the door. Owen is already inside.

I nod at him and get in. I want to sleep for a week.

Glancing at my husband, he's pointedly not looking at me. Whatever. We just need to get back on the plane, then I can fucking sleep…can I sleep on it while we're waiting for our flight time?

Even with my eyes closed and my head leaning back against the seat, I can feel the tension radiating off Owen. It's like the air in the car is vibrating and crawling over my skin.

With a heavy sigh, I open my eyes and turn to find him with a clenched jaw staring straight ahead and his fingers gripping so hard onto the door handle that his knuckles are white.

"Owen." His name is quiet, but he jerks around so quickly you would think I screamed it.

The look on his face is a mask, and it's crumbling. I don't know if it's from lack of sleep, stress, or a hangover, but it's not as solid as I'm used to.

Oliver and Owen are identical twins, from what I can tell. However, Owen tends to be more subdued while Oliver makes demands. In public, it's harder to tell the two apart unless you know what to look for. Oliver is the protector of the duo, but I've never been able to figure out what he's protecting Owen from or for. It's interesting seeing him like this. Without his guard dog to use as a distraction.

It's so clear to me that Owen is trying to wear his Oliver mask. Act like Oliver, have the same ‘I don't give a fuck what you think' vibe. Be intimidating like Oliver. But he's not. He's not Oliver, and we all know it.