Page 83 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“I accidentally shot a judge in the arm.”

“You didn’t.”

“I was terrible. I was worse than terrible. I have zero hand-eye coordination.”

He openly laughed. “And your archery career ended.”

“My dad had dreams of me going to the Olympics.”

His smile was easy. “Was he upset?”

“He was resigned. He knew I sucked. I think he appreciated that I hung in there for five years.”

“Five years. That’s impressive.”

“I hated archery, but I loved how excited he was and how that was our thing.”

“I guess that’s what it’s about.”

“Promise me that if Alien has my athletic ability, you’ll be patient with him.”

His smile broadened. “I’ll be patient.”

His phone rang. He looked at the screen. “I gotta take this.”

I watched as he walked out of earshot. The conversation looked serious.

“Hey, if it isn’t 45 calories!”

I turned and looked up to see the tall blond guy from the BBQ. “Burger guy.”

His smile dropped as he looked at my face. He glanced down at my cast. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just had a little accident.”

He looked around and spotted Jackson across the boardwalk talking on the phone. His voice went low. “I had no idea your husband was Jackson Hunter.”

I shook my head. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

He leaned down on the table. “If he’s hurting you, I can help.”

“You think my husband is hurting me?”

“I saw how pissed he got at the BBQ.”

I waved my cast in the air. “This was an accident. I’m clumsy. That’s all.”

It was the truth, but it didn’t sound like the truth.

“I’m just putting it out there that if you need help, I can help.”

“I’m good,” I tried to give him my most reassuring smile.

“Hi, Mark.”

From behind us, Jackson’s voice sounded deceptively casual.

Mark stood up straight. “Sir.”

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