Page 42 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

Jackson stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Some buddies are going to help me move my furniture over from my place.”

“Do you need any help?”

“No. It should be pretty quick.” I couldn’t read the expression on his face. Did he feel as weird having me here, as I felt being here? “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good.”

He studied me for a long moment.

“Okay. I’ll be back soon.”

I unpacked my car and found Chloe’s food dishes. I gave her some dinner, and then I walked around the house. I don’t know what I had been expecting from Jackson, but I hadn’t expected for us to feel like two strangers who were slightly wary of each other.

I was upstairs,unpacking my toiletries when I heard loud male voices come into the living room.

“I can’t believe MacDog got married.”

“I guess hell did freeze over.”

Male laughter followed.

“Did he tell you? He’s been back in training for over a month.”

“Not a word. He just texted me this afternoon and let me know he’s moving into family housing and could I un-ass and help move his furniture.”

“Damn that guy is the vault.”

“You know it.”

“I thought him and Harper broke up after Stubbs and Bixley.”

Who was Harper? What were they talking about?

“They did.”

“She finally figured out how to drag his dick down the aisle.”

More laughter.

I crept down the stairs. Two mountain men that sported the same shaggy haircut that Jackson wore were assembling a dining room table. One of them had a full beard.

One guy spotted me, and he went completely still, and almost instantly the other guy turned around. Real slow and easy they both stood up like I was the threat in the room that needed to be assessed.

The bigger guy, who had a sleeve of tattoos down one arm, said with curiosity in his voice. “Hello.”

“Hi.” I nervously cleared my throat.

They both exchanged glances, and then the bigger one started to laugh and then he looked at the other guy. “I’m sorry. Are we even in the right fucking house?”

We all laughed.

“Are you helping Jackson move?” I asked carefully.

He put big hands on his hips and looked around. “We are.”

“Then you’re in the right house.”

If he was shocked, he hid it well. He brought one hand up to his chest. “I’m Chris, and this is Alfie.”

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