Page 61 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Emily,” he said, squeezing my hand.

I swallowed hard, my smile feeling frozen on my face. “Hi.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

They all responded in kind. Their polite smiles didn’t quite meet their eyes.

“MacDog, get out here and start warming up,” some guy called from the field.

He looked down at me with a teasing smile. “Are you going to cheer for my team?”

I nodded solemnly.

He grabbed me by the waist and tugged me hard against his body. He dropped a light kiss on my lips. “Cheer hard.”

“Okay.”

I watched as he grabbed his glove and then jogged onto the field. He moved with grace. I turned back to the group of women who all stared at me like I had just sprouted a second head.

“What?”

The tall brunette spoke. “That was the most PDA I have ever seen from Jackson. Ever.”

I blushed. “Oh.”

Glances were exchanged.

She tilted her head. “So, Emily. Where did you meet Jackson?”

“New York.”

“Is that where you are from?”

“Yes. Are you from around here?”

She ignored my question. “That must have been some whirlwind romance you had in New York.”

It had been more like a lifetime of drama and angst in three months. “It seemed longer than three months.”

I knew that was an extremely vague answer, but I figured vague was better.

“So did you have a big wedding?”

“Just a civil ceremony.”

She leaned in. “No one can quite believe he got married. Jackson has been against marriage for as long as I’ve known him.”

I looked over my shoulder. Jackson threw the ball to a catcher. He adjusted his baseball hat and looked over at me. “I guess people change.”

Her laugh sounded disbelieving. “I guess so.”

More looks that I had trouble interpreting were exchanged. The conversation moved away from me and onto other things. It waspainstaking to stand there, listening, wracking my brain to try and contribute to the conversation. I felt too shy to say anything.

“Let’s play ball,” the umpire roared.

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