Page 7 of My Fiancé's Brother

My face burst into heat. The first comment he volunteered in over an hour was about my sex life?

I lifted my chin a notch. “I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“People still do that?”

I forced myself to meet his gaze. There was an expression of faint curiosity on his face. So Mr. Stone Face had some emotion within him. “You seem surprised.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you saving yourself?”

My mouth dropped open. No one was this blunt. Especially about something so delicate. I could offer him a pat answer, but I decided to be honest.

“It wasn’t a conscious choice but it just happened.”

My face felt hot.

“Are you religious?”

“Not particularly.”

“How long have you and Matt been together?”

“About a year.”

He stood and stared at me.

“Okay,” I said. My voice firm. “I’ll let you unpack.”

I pushed the vacuum cleaner towards the door.

“I don’t think something like that just happens.”

I went completely still. “Excuse me?”

“It’s definitely a choice.”

My face was on fire. I glanced back at him. A slow smile crossed his face. Goodgrief. That smile changed his whole face. He was stunning looking. Magnificent. Something dark fluttered in my belly. In my throat, my breath hitched. I worked to yank my gaze away from his.

Out of breath, I beelined it to my bedroom. He gives me one smile and my entire body tingles?

From my bedroom, I called Matt. No answer.

I texted him.

Me: Your friend Jackson arrived. Did you invite him to stay here?

No response. Well that was just perfect. Typical of Matt to dropa bomb and pull a disappearing act. I put my hands on my warm face. My overreaction to Jackson was probably just a fall out response to the stress of this morning. I had an inordinate fear of home invasions. This morning had triggered a lot of repressed fear.

I sucked in a big breath and worked to remember what my therapist told me.

I needed to focus on the now.

Now, I need to find a bed for the guest room. I walked downstairs with my iPad. My mysterious guest was not in sight.

After a series of phone calls, I realized that beds are not bought and delivered on the same day. In fact, beds take a couple of weeks to be ordered and delivered. Finally, I found one factory warehouse store that did have new mattresses and frames ready to go, but I’d need to pick up the bed myself. Renting a truck would not be an issue, but I didn’t know how to drive a truck in the city. Anything bigger than my mini put me at risk of side-swiping other cars. Not to mention I had no idea how I’d unload a bed and drag it upstairs. Maybe if I could unload it off the truck in the garage downstairs, Matt and Jackson could bring it up tonight.

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