Page 68 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“Like what?”

“Just stuff that no one else even thinks of doing because it seems impossible, but he does it with ease.”

I watched as Jackson turned and studied Harper as she walked over to him. Jesus, they looked good together. They looked like they were made for each other. So perfect and beautiful in their own way. The chemistry sizzled between them. Jackson said something to her, and she threw her head back and laughed. He smiled down at her. His buddies slowly drifted away, leaving the two of them alone. She replied, and he smiled again. They never broke eye contact.

“What about her?” I asked through numb lips.

“They dated for years. I heard they broke up, but obviously, they’re back together.”

“Obviously?”

“Look at them. Smoking hot between them.”

I watched as Harper tilted her beautiful face up to his as she spoke and one elegant hand went to rest on his arm. Jackson didn’t move to shake it off. He didn’t step back. He just stood there smiling down at her. I can’t describe the look on his face. His eyes traced over her face in a way that made me feel bad.

Jackson leaned in closer and said something to her, and she gave him this knowing look that made my heart pound in my throat.

“She’s beautiful, too,” I added, as a cold sweat broke over my entire body. I deliberately turned away. I didn’t want to watch nor did I want anyone catching me watching.

The tall blond guy shrugged. “I’m going through BUDs training. I’m going to be a SEAL one day.”

I worked to focus on him. “I think that’s a hazardous job. You might want to rethink that.”

“You sound exactly like my sister.”

“She sounds awesome.”

“Want a bite of my burger?”

I looked up at him. And then shrugged. “Okay.”

I thought he would hand it to me, but instead, he held the burger up to my lips. I leaned forward and took a bite. Juicy goodness flooded my taste buds. I moaned.

“That’s good,” I said, talking with my mouth full.

He was staring at me, in half fascination. He touched the side of his lip. “You’ve got some ketchup.”

I wiped my face. “Good?”

He shook his head and stepped a bit closer. He reached forward to wipe it off, a smile on his face. “It’s right here.”

A huge hand grabbed his wrist.

“Kindly keep your fucking hands off my wife,” Jackson growled.

My new friend froze as he looked up at Jackson. “Wife?”

“Beat it,” Jackson snarled. Blond dude backed up, almost tripping over a lawn chair before making a hasty escape.

I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind. Of course, he had to come by and manhandle the one person willing to talk to me.

He grabbed me by the arm and started steering me through the crowd.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, as my two carrots bounced off my plate.

He ignored me and directed more than suggested me around the side of the house. On the front lawn, I shook off his grip.

“What are you doing?” I looked at him, thoroughly pissed.

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