Page 33 of My Fiancé's Brother

Julie’s eyes fluttered. “The pleasure is all mine.”

She turned back to me, her eyes wide. She was sending me a message I’d recognized. She wanted me to be her wing woman. “Sweetie, it has been way too long. Seriously. Come now, we need to get together.”

I glanced up at Jackson who had zero expression on his face. “I know, I'm so sorry, this wedding has been taking up all my time.”

A complete lie unless you counted stressing about something and not taking action as good reason for being busy.

“I still can’t believe you're getting married before me, how’s that even possible?” She shook her head with a teasing smile. “How’s the wedding planning going?”

I sighed. “Slowly. We ordered the invitations today.”

“We?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Jackson helped.”

She smiled up at him. “You don’t look like a typical wedding planner.”

“Jackson introduced me to the process of elimination. It’s very effective.”

“I can’t wait to see what you both chose.” Her laugh sounded louder than normal. “Are you bringing a plus one to the wedding, Jackson?”

I blinked at her brazen approach. Julie had no fear when it came to men.

“Not currently attached.”

She beamed at Jackson and then turned to me. “The four of us should get together for dinner.”

The last thing I wanted was to spend the evening watching Julie bust moves on Jackson. I nodded. “Okay. Should I make a reservation somewhere?”

“Why don’t you cook for us? Not all of us are swimming in money like you.”

I had no idea why she said that. When we ate out together, Julie never paid because I always picked up the bill. “Okay. I don’t mind cooking.”

“Perfect, I'll bring the wine.”

Julie bestowed Jackson with a beautiful smile and tossed her brunette hair over her shoulder. “How long are you in town for?”

He glanced at my face. “Twelve weeks.”

“Are you here on vacation?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hear more about this something,” she flirted, batting her eyelashes. I gritted my teeth together. I recognized Julie’s signature moves. They usually didn’t bother me, but today annoyance tickled my skin.

My voice sounded thick to my ears. “Great. How about Saturday night?”

Jackson glanced down at me. I feared he was reading my flaky tone.

“Perfect.” She beamed another megawatt smile towards Jackson.

“Great,” I repeated, struggling to keep the displeasure out of my voice. “How about 7 PM?”

“Love it,” She had eyes only for Jackson.

“Well, we should be going,” I hedged. “I’ve taken up enough of Jackson’s time today.”

“Okay.” She cooed as she pulled me into another hug. Her voice changed as she whispered in my ear. “If you tell anyone else about him, I'll seriously kill you. He's mine, okay?”

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