Page 29 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“Are you asking me if I think I’m going to cheat on you?”

I chewed my lip.

His voice was matter of fact. “If you keep on having sex with me, I guarantee I won’t stray.”

I blushed.

“I leave on Friday,” he said. “That gives us two days.”

I looked over at him in the dark. Trying to read the expression on his face. Failing.

“I did some research. In New York, we need to apply for a marriage license at least 24 hours before we can get married, so I’ll apply tomorrow, and we can get married Friday morning before I leave.”

My whole body jerked. “You want to get married on Friday?”

“I can’t move you out there until we get housing, and I can’t apply for housing until we're married.”

“Oh.”

“Emily, I assumed we'd do this quick and easy but if you need a wedding?”

“No,” I interrupted. “City hall is fine.”

He gave me a steady look. “You sure?”

“I just spent five months planning a wedding. I’m good.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “Being in the military is a way of life. I’m not sure it’s fair to marry you.”

“You sound like Irene.”

“She had some valid points.”

“What did she say?”

“She pointed out that you’re used to a certain lifestyle. There are no fancy preschools on the base. All the kids go to the same school.”

“I went to a private school. I was miserable.”

“I’m trying to do what's best here for you and this kid. I’m not sure that dragging either of you into my life is the right thing.”

“I’m the one dragging you into a life that you don’t want.”

We stared at each for a long moment. I had visions of the look on the blonde hostess' face as she looked back up at Jackson, with her come-hither look. The panic began to flow through me again. My entire body tensed up. Were we making a huge mistake?

“Em, what are you thinking?”

“What if you can’t stand being married and a waitress with perfect blonde hair offers to do bad things with you, and when you come home I’m a hot mess, and the baby won’t stop crying?”

There it was. I vomited my darkest fears into this conversation.

He laughed. Like leaned his head back and openly laughed. I stared at him in fascination. This man was perfect looking when he laughed. I could not believe he was going to marry me. “That’s not going to happen.”

I was fairly certain all of the above would at some point or another. “It might.”

“I take my commitments seriously.”

I stared into his eyes. He reached over and a big hand wrapped around the back of my neck. He pulled my face close and then he was kissing me. Kissing me until I swooned while the whole world was spinning and a moan escaped my lips.

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