Page 69 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“I turn my back for a second and some skinny kid is busting a move in front of all of our friends?”

“Your friends,” I spat. “And for your information, he was the only one willing to talk to me.”

“He was hand feeding you,” he loomed over me. Inordinatelypissed. “I look up, and some dude is hand feeding my wife in front of everyone to see.”

“He offered me a bite of his burger.”

“There are fifty fucking burgers on that grill. Why eat his?”

“He knew. He knew the moment he saw my plate what was going on.”

His eyes narrowed in incredulous disbelief. “Excuse me?”

I wiped a tear from my cheek. “I’m shocked that you had time to pull yourself away from Harper to even fucking notice.”

His head reared back like I had slapped him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I backed away from him, holding up my hands. “I need a time out.”

He shook his head. “No. No fucking way.”

“Time. Out. Time fucking out," I yelled.

I walked as fast as I could back to our house. I was so hurt, so devastated by the entire experience, I couldn’t even think. I slammed into the house and paced in the kitchen.

This marriage was a colossal mistake. Apparently, Jackson still wanted Harper. I was the third wheel in my own marriage. What was I even doing here? He had committed to me, but he didn’t want to be with me.

The front door slammed, and then Jackson was striding into the house behind me.

“Sit,” he pointed at the kitchen table.

“My time out isn’t over yet,” tears leaked out of my eyes.

He stood staring at me, his arms crossed. My time out was over. I walked over to the table and sat down feeling defeated.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, with his arms crossed over his hard chest.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” His words were measured. As if he was trying to control himself.

“This marriage isn’t real,” I informed him.

He gave a half laugh. “Sweetheart, this is about as real as it gets.”

“This marriage was a big mistake.”

He pushed off the counter and walked away from me. His hands were on his hips. He looked up at the ceiling. This was his calm down move.

“I saw the two of you together.” Words blurted out of me.

He turned and looked at me.

“I watched her approach you at the BBQ. How you did the big double looks at her, and you couldn’t stop staring at her. And she put her hand on your arm, and you just smiled down at her with that look on your face.”

He scrubbed one big hand over his face. “Jesus.”

Neither of us spoke. Finally, he did.

“Harper and I have a lot of history.”

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