Three
Blaine
“You what?” I stared at my father, a bottle of beer frozen halfway on its way to my mouth.
He shot me a cold look—the one that I’d learned to take as a warning early on in my life. “I’ve arranged a marriage for you. It’s a business deal with the Clery family from Belfast. They’ve been pushing for our help up north, and we unfortunately owe them. This is the best way to pay our debt without actually giving them anything of real value.”
Apart from one of his sons, of course. Not that William Steel had ever seen any of us as much more than business assets.
I slammed the bottle of beer down on the kitchen counter, unable to keep my infamous temper fully in check. “Why the f**k me? Do I really strike you as the best husband material around?”
My father raised an eyebrow at me.
