Page 125 of The Wife Situation

I paint my lips across his. “All your secrets are safe with me. Now, let’s go eat some biscuits and gravy.”

“Pass,” he says. “Do they deliver?”

Laughter bursts out of me. “You’re not in the city anymore, Dorothy.”

“You’ll learn everything is deliverable for the right price, my little heartbreaker.”

“I guess. So, why is Weston here?” I ask curiously as I slide on my shoes.

“As a distraction. For us.”

I smirk. “So, he’ll pretend to be you?”

“No, but people will assume. And he won’t let them think otherwise.”

“He’s your decoy?”

Easton nods. “When necessary.”

Iwake to an empty bed. For a brief moment, disappointment covers me like a warm blanket. I grab my phone and check the time. When I see it’s nine a.m., I realize I slept in and missed breakfast.

I pull a pair of faded jeans with ripped knees and a Nirvana T-shirt from my suitcase, then slide on my Converse. After I brush my teeth and get dressed, I go downstairs.

I immediately run into Summer.

“Good morning,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. We’re the same age, and we graduated high school together. “It’s so good to see you. You’re glowing.”

“You too! Congrats on the pregnancy, ma’am. Remi told me. I’m happy for you.”

She smiles. “Thank you. We’re excited about it. Just praying it’snottwins.”

“Oh goodness, for your sake, I hope so too,” I say, looking around, seeing if Easton is anywhere inside.

She lifts a brow. “He’s on the back porch. Oh, and I think they ate all the pancakes, but I can make more if you’d like.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Thank you for everything.”

She smiles. “I was relieved when Remi texted me yesterday and told me you were staying. I thought I would be dealing with an asshole through the weekend,” she admits.

“Ah, yeah. You still are,” I tell her with a laugh. “But he’s calmed down. I think.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let you get to it.” She shoos me away.

I open the back door and see the Calloway brothers sitting in rocking chairs next to one another. I move in front of them, crossing my arms over my chest, looking between them. They’re wearing the same thing. Both of them smirking, mirror images of one another.

I take a step forward.

“Ah. Are you choosing correctly?” he asks with a clenched jaw.

“Don’t want to embarrass anyone,” the other says, sipping from a mug with a brow raised.

The fact that they are each wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and a light-blue jacket that makes their eyes look like the sky doesn’t help me any.

“Did youplanthe twin thing today?”

Neither says a word, and this feels like a test, one I don’t want to fail. Maybe I’m too confident in my decision, but I take a step forward, lean over, and place my lips inches from who I believe is Easton.

The real onewouldn’tbe able to handle this if I got it wrong, and when I don’t hear any protest, I kiss him. Immediately, he kisses me back. His hand threads into my hair as he pulls me onto his lap.

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