Caine marched back to the lounge area, fighting embarrassment. What made it worse was that they were right. He had been taking it slow because he didn’t want to push Eleanor out of her comfort zone, but it was time to make his intentions clear. It was all right if they went at her pace, but he wanted every Brother and Prospect to know she was off limits.
Making up his mind, he turned to the stairs. Now was as good a time as any. He reached into his pocket to touch the small box. It was like a good luck charm and hopefully she would say yes.
“Caine! Caine! Here you are. Your favorite drink!”
He turned as a brunette hurried up to him, offering a glass of amber liquid. Frowning, he took the glass and gazed at it before tossing it aside. It shattered on the floor, causing the lingering Bro
