"By the following morning, Anthony was drunk. By afternoon, he was hungover. His head was pounding, his ears were ringing, and his brothers, who had been surprised to discover him in such a state at their club, were talking far too loudly. Anthony put his hands over his ears and groaned.Everyone was talking far too loudly. "Kate boot you out of the house?" Colin asked, grabbing a walnut from a large pewter dish in the middle their table and splitting it open with a viciously loud crack. Anthony lifted his head just far enough to glare at him. Benedict watched his brother with raised brows and the vaguest hint of a smirk. "She definitely booted him out," he said to Colin. "Hand me one of those walnuts, will you?" Colin tossed one across the table. "Do you want the crackers as well?" Benedict shook his head and grinned as he held up a fat, leather-bound book. "Much more satisfying to smash them." "Don't," Anthony bit out, his hand shooting out to grab the book, "even think about it." "Ears a bit sensitive this afternoon, are they?" If Anthony had had a pistol, he would have shot them both, hang the noise. "If I might offer you a piece of advice?" Colin said, munching on his walnut. "You might not," Anthony replied. He looked up. Colin was chewing with his mouth open. As this had been strictly forbidden while growing up in their household, Anthony could only deduce that Colin was displaying such poor manners only to make more noise. "Close your damned mouth," he muttered. Colin swallowed, smacked his lips, and took a sip of his tea to wash it all down. "Whatever you did, apologize for it. I know you, and I'm getting to know Kate, and knowing what I know--" "What the hell is he talking about?" Anthony grumbled. "I think," Benedict said, leaning back in his chair, "that he's telling you you're an ass." "Just so!" Colin exclaimed. Anthony just shook his head wearily. "It's more complicated than you think." "It always is," Benedict said, with sincerity so false it almost managed to sound sincere. "When you two idiots find women gullible enough to actually marry you," Anthony snapped, "then you may presume to offer me advice. But until then ...shut up." Colin looked at Benedict. "Think he's angry?" Benedict quirked a brow. "That or drunk." Colin shook his head. "No, not drunk. Not anymore, at least. He's clearly hungover." "Which would explain," Benedict said with a philosophical nod, "why he's so angry." Anthony spread one hand over his face and pressed hard against his temples with his thumb and middle finger. "God above," he muttered. ''What would it take to get you two to leave me alone?" "Go home, Anthony," Benedict said, his voice surprisingly gentle."