Page 23 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

I stood in the kitchen getting Chloe some fresh water when he spoke from behind me, “You look nice.”

My whole body shuddered at the sound of his voice. “Sneaking up on me again, I see.”

“I knocked.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. He wore a pair of jeans and a black button down shirt that was open at the neck. The restaurant was a suit and tie kind of place, but he looked so drool-worthy, I didn’t think anyone would care.

He looked at me. “You doing okay?”

My head bobbed up and down.

“What have you been up to?”

“Just sending wedding gifts back. Paying off invoices for the wedding. That kind of thing.” I stared up at him, willing him to tell me what was on his mind. “How about you?”

“Just getting ready to leave. I’m done with my outpatient program at the hospital.”

He had never actually told me what had been going on at the hospital. “Oh, that’s good. Are you better?”

He snorted. “Ready to go?”

The traffic was heavy,and I could see the impatience in him, his big hands tapped restlessly on the steering wheel.

I cleared my throat. “So, are you looking forward to getting back to Virginia?”

He gunned the truck and swerved into another lane. Horns honked their displeasure. “Looking forward to getting out of this traffic.”

God, I would miss this man.

“Yes. I can understand that.”

“Matt told me he wants to marry you. He said you two talked about it.”

My body went completely still. Matt had told Jackson that he wanted to marry me?

He glanced at me. “You going to say something?”

He didn’t sound impressed at all.

“Matt talked about it, I listened.”

My entire body jarred as he held down his horn for a good five seconds at someone who had cut him off.

“He said you didn’t outright tell him no.”

I turned and looked out the passenger window. “He didn’t give me a chance.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, he just talked and before I could respond, he insisted that I think about it before giving my answer.”

He slammed on the brakes hard and laid on the horn again. Someone ahead of us stuck their hand out the window and gave him the finger.

“So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you think about it?”

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