Page 28 of Major Love

“Who?”

Beckett leans back in his chair. “Not his wife.”

I still for a moment before sliding my eyes over to Beckett, only half-hearing his description because I already know for a fact who he’s talking about.

I know exactly who was using Casey’s truck last weekend.

“About ye-heigh,” he says, giving no indication for how tall Sunday is, “and her hair was soft and curly but, honestly, I don’t remember the colour.”

“How can you not remember the colour?” Knox asks drily.

“I was too busy looking at her face.”

And that comment is enough for my quads to start bouncing under the table.

Madden flicks me a look and I subtly shake my head, my jaw tensing.

“Where’d you see her?” I ask gruffly, meeting Beckett’s eyes with mine.

He flashes me a smile, and I find that deeply fucking unnerving.

Because a smile like that hasI’m into herwritten all over it.

“Outside the bar,” he says, and I let my leg pause for a second.

Because Casey was transparent about the fact that he didn’t want Sunday finding out about the bar yet.

If she found out what Casey was doing…

“You say anything?” I ask, spreading my quads out as I watch him.

“No way,” he rumbles. “Why? You know her?”

I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, feeling Harper’s eyes on me. “Maybe.”

Madden’s brow lifts to his hairline and he glances between us, gnawing on his lip-ring.

I shift back and give Peyton a quietthanksas she takes my empty plate away from the table.

Beckett’s eyes stay trained on mine the entire time.

“She said she’s back in town for a while,” he tells me, and I rub my palms over my thighs. My whole chest starts heaving at the thought of Sunday staying in Phoenix Falls.

“Yeah?” I ask roughly. “What else did she tell you?”

He watches me carefully, before dropping his forearms onto the table. “Can’t remember too much, in all honesty–”

“Because you were too busy looking at her face,” Knox drawls.

“But she was in Nashville and now she’s not. Maybe she’s looking for a change of scenery.” He rumbles out a self-deprecating chuckle. “Don’t know if she’s single but, with that attitude, I wish she was.”

“You get shot down?” Knox asks.

Beckett flicks a look in his direction.

I watch the exchange in silence, weighing his words with what I already know.

And without another word I get to my feet and head to the counter. Then I prop an elbow against the top, looking at Harper’s stomach and then at my brother.

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