Page 59 of My Fiancé's Brother

Her laugh sounded false. “Oh, no reason.”

“Why would you ask that?” My spider senses tingled.

“Just that Matt was pretty wasted last night.”

I sat up straight. “You were there? Did you go out with them?”

“Yeah, there were a few of us, and someone had suggested going down to that blues bar on 5th. Matt was all over that.”

“Who all went?” I asked, working hard to keep my voice casual.

She laughed. “I don’t know. A guy named Dave and Adam, I think.”

“Aiden?”

“Yeah. And his girlfriend.”

“Wife.”

“Whatever. And there was another dude, but I never caught his name.”

“How long were you at the pub?”

“I think we left around 2? We shut the place down.”

I wanted to, but I couldn’t ask her what happened after that. I didn’t want to admit that Matt had gone missing for the remainder of the night. “I missed all that.”

“I tried to get Jackson to come out with us.”

“Why didn’t he?"

Her voice accused slightly. “He said you were too drunk to be left alone.”

“Oh.” Matt obviously had no issue leaving me behind, but Jackson had been concerned about my welfare. Jackson seemed to highlight exactly how Matt failed me as a fiancée. “He could have gone.”

“I offered to stay with him,” Julie sounded pissed, “But of course he said he would be busy cleaning up and monitoring you.”

“Oh.” I had no idea what to say about that.

“Only you could manage to get in the way of the hottest sex of my life from a coma state.”

“It’s not like I asked him to stay.”

“Doesn’t matter. For some stupid reason, the man feels responsible. Why couldn’t you stay sober enough to clean up after your party?”

Defensive. “I didn’t mean to get so drunk.”

“Next time, think about your actions.”

My mind worked in overdrive as I tried to determine what had happened to Matt.

“Whatever.” I didn’t want to talk about Jackson.

“What’s going on between you and Jackson?” her question was direct. I guess weweregoing to have a conversation about Jackson.

“Why?”

“He carried your drunk ass upstairs.”

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