Page 10 of My Fiancé's Brother

A wave of pain flashed through my body. I hated talking about my parents. “My parents died when I was 15.”

That wasn’t a great explanation, but it was the best he was getting from me.

“Okay.” His eyes studied me.

“It was a bad situation.”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

My breath let out of my lungs in a rush. “That’s okay.”

We looked at each other. I swallowed and then the words blurted out of me. “They were killed by a home invader.”

He winced. “Were you there?”

“Yes.”

In two short conversations, this man had somehow persuaded me to confess my virginity and my most traumatic life event. I had no idea how he managed to do that, but it was intimidating as hell.

“So what do you two think?” the salesperson asked from the foot of the bed.

I shot off the bed. “We’ll take it.”

I endedup buying the bed, the frame, and linens. I watched as Jackson and the sales guy loaded everything into the back of the truck. Jackson moved with ease. He didn’t seem injured. What treatment was he receiving at the hospital? Did he have some disease? What kind of medical treatment was he getting? He appeared fit and healthy. There was no visible injury.

Back at the loft, I inwardly fretted about how we would get the mattress upstairs, but Jackson easily carried everything up.

“I stuck your sheets in the wash,” I said from the doorway of his bedroom.

Jackson was on the floor of his room, putting the bed frame together.

“Thanks.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I’m good.”

I hovered. Part of me wanted to bolt, the other part of me wanted to stay.

“How did you two meet?” His question came out of nowhere.

“Me and Matt?” I frowned. “He came into the art gallery that I work at.”

“Did he ask you out?”

“No. But we ran into each other at a party about a month later and he asked me out.”

“When did you get engaged?”

“Just after Christmas.”

“And you started dating a year ago?”

I lifted my chin. “Yes.”

“Did you buy this place together?”

“Kind of.”

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