Page 11 of My Fiancé's Brother

He glanced up at me.

“I bought it. Matt fell in love with it.”

“But you don’t love it.”

Did this man have x-ray eyes into my soul? How could he possibly know that?

“I’m still getting used to this place. I used to live in my granny’s place, but I’m sure this is going to be fine.”

He gave me a quick glance. As far as looks went, that one was pretty benign, but it still made me feel defensive.

I took an even breath. I had no idea why I was balking at his benevolent responses. He wasn’t overly scrutinizing me, yet I still felt judged.

“I thought it was a good idea. Plus Matt said that this place would have great resale value.”

“Sure.”

“Are you dating anyone?” I deliberately steered the conversation towards him.

A long beat. “No.”

“Any kids?”

“No.”

“Oh. Well okay.” I turned to go. Just as I was about to cross the threshold, he spoke.

“Do you want kids?”

I looked over my shoulder and debated how to answer. I wanted a baby and to be part of a family. The sooner, the better. But this was a huge point of contention between Matt and myself. I wanted to start a family right away. Matt wanted to wait. “I want kids very much.”

Green eyes met mine. Studying me.

I couldn’t understand his look, and that made me feel awkward. “What about you? Do you want kids?”

He shrugged and turned away. “Probably not a good idea.”

I stared at his back. What did that mean? Why did he think he shouldn’t have kids? I wanted to press him because it was my innate nature to convince everyone that they needed children, but I refrained. Maybe men didn’t typically want children? With a maturity I didn’t feel, I changed the subject.

“Come and go as you please. I left a key on the island for you. Will you be here for dinner?”

“You don’t have to cook for me.”

“I cook every night. It isn’t any bother. Just let me know.”

“Will Matt be home?”

“Yes.” My fingers crossed behind my back. I would do my best to get Matt home for dinner.

“Can I bring anything?”

“No.”

“Thanks, Emily.”

There he was repeating my name in that deep, gravelly voice. Face aflame, I turned and fled.

CHAPTER 5

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