“No nuts?” Jake repeated, apparently still stuck on the first jab against his manhood.
“You heard him,” Jace said from Char’s right. “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
“With what?” Jake clenched his fists. “Finding my nuts? My manhood? My balls? Who the hell do you think you are?” His face had turned red.
“Oh, he’s a senator.” Bets piped in. Not helpful.
Someone kicked Char. It was probably meant for Bets, because seconds later she winced in pain.
“You know what?” Jake threw down his napkin. “I’m about done with you and your attitude, Mr. Senator.”
“Are you?” Jace said coolly as he set down his water and grinned. “That’s funny, because I was about done with you the minute I heard you were going to be in this wedding. Tell me, when was the last time you even had dinner with Travis? When was the last time you went golfing with him? Hmm? Met his friends? Any of that ring a bell, best man?” Jace gave Jake a smug grin. “You’re the brother, therefore he has to give it to you, but as far as friends go? You’re as shitty as they come.”
“That’s it!” Jake launched himself at Jace.
Jace backed up and then threw a punch at Jake’s face.
“And stay the hell away from Char!” Jake landed another blow to Jace’s cheek, but Jace moved out of the way just in time for Jake to crash into the table, causing wine to spill everywhere.
Char stood, but Grandma pushed her down into her seat and whispered. “Oh, honey, just enjoy it. Positively lovely entertainment. Let them fight.” She winked and began playing with the pearl necklace around her neck.
“Jake!” Wescott yelled. “Stop!”
With a curse, Travis rose from the table and marched over to where Jake had fallen and was now staggering to his feet. He caught him just as Jake lunged again for Jace.
“Stop,” Travis said in a steely tone. “I mean it, Jake.” He pushed against Jake’s chest. “For once in your life, let it go.”
“But—” Jake’s face twisted in agony as he looked at the shocked faces around the table. Char’s stomach clenched when his eyes pleaded with hers. What was she supposed to say? Ashamed, she looked down at her plate, and heard Jake curse and walk away.
“So that was fun.” Kacey laughed nervously. Everyone else joined in. Jace regained his seat next to Char and straightened his tie.
“Sorry about that.” He lifted a napkin to his bloodied lip and winced. “The guy sure can pack a punch.”
“He trains.” Wescott poured himself another glass of wine. “Every day.”
“Trains?” Char asked. “What do you mean, trains?”
Bets patted Wescott on the back and gave Char a shaky grin. “Boxing, dear. He’s a boxer.”
“Probably needs some sort of fight training considering how many women he’s scorned.” Travis said from one end of the table.
“Enough!” Kacey yelled, pushing back from her seat.
Holy crap, how many fights were going to break out?
Travis’s eyes bugged out of his head and Kacey thrust her finger in his face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but he’s your brother!” She threw her hands up in the air. “Did it ever occur to any of you to just give him a chance? I’m sorry for ruining the schedule, Grandma, but I’m done.” With that, Kacey walked off toward the house.
Travis swallowed and looked guiltily at the table. “I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Thirty-four
Furious, Kacey went in search of Jake but couldn’t find him anywhere. Damn him for choosing this weekend, her wedding weekend, to suddenly find a conscience. His timing couldn’t be worse! But the look in his eyes when he’d glanced at Char, and then the rest of the family.
It made her sick to her stomach.
Yes, he was a jackass, but anyone with two eyes could see he was actually trying, minus that minor hiccup last night where he decided to relapse. But he’d said nothing had happened. Men with that look in their eyes didn’t lie. He was too vulnerable, already too raw to do anything.
“Kace…” Travis called down the hall.
She wasn’t hidden enough in the hallway. Travis’s footsteps neared until he stopped directly behind her. “What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not enough.”
“Damn it.” Travis grabbed her from behind and flipped her body around so he was pinning her against the wall. “I said I was sorry.”
“What exactly are you sorry for? Being an ass to your brother? Telling him to stay away from the one girl he actually likes? Or constantly degrading him in front of your parents and even Jace. Hmm? Take your pick.” She tried to fight against him but Travis was too damn big. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he leaned closer. Why did he have to be so attractive? It would be so much easier to fight with him if he was ugly, or if his stutter from childhood decided to make a sudden appearance.
“Listen.” He tilted her chin up and grinned. “I can’t help it.”