Page 30 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

His mouth lifted off mine. A smile played on his lips. “I’m going to go.”

Before I could protest, he got out of the truck and walked around to open my door. He held out his hand and then he walked me up the steps to the loft.

I turned and looked at him. Wondering what he would say if I invited him in. Would he say yes? Would he refuse? My fears made me mute.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his expression hard to read.

My lips parted.

“I’m trying to give you some space to adjust to all of this,” he said before he dropped another kiss on my mouth.

And then he moved down the stairs before disappearing out of sight.

The followingmorning I woke up in disbelief over everything that had happened. Was I going to marry Jackson? Had I hallucinated the entire event? I wandered around my loft in a state of shock. I was half expecting that he would call me and tell me that he had thought things over and didn’t want to get married. I braced myself for this. I would not blame him if he didn’t want to marry me. I would handle it with grace and dignity.

My phone dinged with a text.

Jackson: I got our marriage license.

Holy crap.

Me: Okay.

Jackson: I have some things I need to take care of today. Can I pick you up at 2 PM tomorrow to head down to city hall?

I stared at my phone in shock. Did he have doubts? Were we making a bad situation worse? Should we just stop this before we took it any further?

Me: Okay.

The ceremony wasshort and sweet. Two hours later we were back at the loft. Jackson changed and was ready to leave.

“This is shit timing, but I need to go if I’m going to get back to Virginia in time for work.”

I nodded wordlessly.

He looked around the loft. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yes.”

This felt surreal. How would I know when to come to Virginia? I knew he was leaving for some training. Would he be out of contact for the entire time?

“Will you just text me when I’m supposed to come to Virginia?” I asked hesitantly.

He paused, a quizzical expression crossed his face. “I’ll probably call you tonight. When I arrive.”

My lips parted in shock. He was acting like a real husband. It stunned me into complete silence. “Okay.”

Chloe and I walked him out to his truck. He put his bag in the back and then turned around and looked down at me. This was weird.

“I’m sorry you’re spending our wedding night alone. That was some piss poor planning on my part,” he teased.

I blushed.

He laughed and grabbed my left hand. He held it up and studied the slim band on my finger. “Feel any different?”

“I feel weird.”

A big hand wrapped around my neck as he tugged me close. His mouth came down over mine. I felt all the tension flow out of me as his tongue gently teased me. I wrapped my hands up around his thick neck and clung to him as he slowly kissed me into oblivion. When he lifted his head, I was fairly panting.

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