A gigantic grin took over Brighton's visage and he folded his arms across his chest as his gaze darted from Irene to Brian. What he just witnessed was caught him off-guard, if someone had told him without him seeing it with his eyes he would never have believed in.

"Sorry, it was not my intention to interrupt the moment." He mumbled lowly trying to stop himself from laughing at the expression on their faces.

"You are being a jerk to her, aren't you?" Brighton's forehead creased and he shifted ...