“Spence?” Remi called weakly from behind his back. “Is that you?”

“Audrey?”

Remi’s hands slipped away from the back of his pants, and he swore under his breath.

He stepped into the doorway and came face-to-face with his little brother, who had no idea he’d just barely avoided an ass-kicking. “Spencer? What the hell are you doing here?”

Spencer took one look at him, shirtless, barefoot, ready to commit murder and blanched.

“Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry. Valentine’s Day. I didn’t realize you two were back together—Shit. Sorry.”

“What?” Brick needed a second to shake off the fog of adrenaline…and lust.

Spencer Callan was shorter than Brick, leaner, too. His hair was a light brown that went to blond under the summer sun. He had the kind of look Remi used to call Country Club, dressing as if he spent all his free time on the tennis court or golf course. Now, in fancy, name-brand winter gear, he looked like he’d just strolled off the slopes at some ritzy resort in the Alps.

“I’ll go. I just thought—Never mind. It was stupid.”

“Spencer Callan, you stay right where you are,” Remi commanded from over Brick’s shoulder. Well, more accurately, around his bicep.

“Remi?” Spencer went from kicked puppy to elated brother in the span of a single heartbeat. “Boy, am I glad to see you!”

“Not half as glad as I am to see you!” She elbowed Brick out of the way, leaving him to watch as his brother swept her up in his arms.

Jealousy sliced deep. His brother and Remi shared the kind of carefree, affectionate bond he could never be a part of.

“What are you doing here?” she asked when Spencer put her back on her feet. Brick had to squash the urge to yank her back to his side.

“The big guy glaring at me didn’t respond to my last two texts. Figured I’d fly in, make sure he was alive. Maybe do some tearing around on the ice bridge while I’m at it.”

Brick had the sudden urge to find and open a bottle of bourbon and drink until he fell down. His brother had either ruined a moment he’d been waiting for, or saved him from making a huge fucking mistake. “You could have called,” he said blandly, turning away from the affectionate reunion and pouring himself a glass of water for his burning throat.

“Since when do I need to call ahead to tell my big brother I’m crashing at his place for a couple of days?” Spence asked, dropping his duffel bag on the floor and wandering into the kitchen to open the fridge.

Halfway through his foraging, he poked his head up over the door like a prairie dog. “Hang on. Are you two…” The unfinished question lingered as Spencer looked back and forth between them, taking in Remi’s inappropriately short shorts, Brick’s bare chest.

“No.” Brick’s answer was stony.

“I mean, if you are, I can go find someplace else to stay for the night. It is Valentine’s Day.”