Page 49 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

Mortified, I lifted my head. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, an amused look on his face. Kill me now.

“Do you want to make a grocery list?”

I nodded again.

“Thanks,” he said, turning. I watched as he dropped his towel, giving me the most sublime view of his taunt naked ass. He glanced over his shoulder, busting me checking him out.

He laughed as I shot off the bed, eyes glued to the floor as I hastened out of the bedroom.

The military grocerystore was a medium-sized store. Jackson grabbed a cart, and together we started walking the aisles. It was bizarrely domestic to be shopping with him. Yesterday it felt like we were strangers. Today we felt way more like ourselves. I felt as if I could breathe just a bit easier.

I stood in the cereal aisle letting Jackson push on ahead. I noticed a brand of cereal that I hadn’t eaten since I was a kid. Of course, it was on the top shelf. If I stood on my tippy toes, my fingertips could almost grasp the box. Suddenly I felt him behind me, his hard body against my back.

“Need some help there?” his voice was husky in my ear, as he reached up easily to the top shelf and pulled down a box.

“Thank you,” I said breathlessly.

He didn’t move away. Instead, his body boxed me in, his warmth spreading through my t-shirt. He held the box in front of me.

“Quisp?”

“Don’t judge,” I said primly. “It’s a request of Alien.”

His mouth was on my hair. “You know this is just pure sugar.”

“I know,” I said sadly. “I should probably get some Cheerios instead.”

He stepped back, and he dropped the box into the cart. “I’ll make you a deal. You can have your cereal but no comment when I put frozen cookie dough ice cream in the cart.”

“Cookie dough ice cream?”

His smile teased. “I thought I said no comment.”

This was the man I had fallen for in New York. I couldn’t stop the goofy smile that crossed my face.

He turned around, and his entire body jerked to a stop. At the end of the aisle stood a tall, beautiful woman. She wore a pair of fatigue pants and a sweatshirt that said “US NAVY” on the front. Her wheat blonde hair was up in a ponytail. She stared back at Jackson.

“Is it true?” she asked loudly.

“Fuck,” Jackson said beneath his breath.

“Harper,” his tone was neutral.

She started to walk towards us. The closer she got, the more beautiful her features became. A delicate nose. Porcelain skin. High cheekbones.

Gorgeous brown eyes filled with tears. Her lips trembled. “Tell me it isn’t true.”

“How did you find out?” Jackson sounded resigned.

“Someone from housing…I don’t know. The whole base knows. Do you know what it felt like to have 20 different people ask me about it today?”

“I only got back from training yesterday. I was going to tell you.”

Her chest rose and fell with emotion. “I don’t get it. I can’t wrap my mind around this.”

A couple of women with their carts stopped at the end of the aisle and watched with interest.

Jackson glanced at me. His expression blank.

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