Page 69 of The Wife Situation

Easton Calloway, New York’s most ineligible bachelor.

Weston

Looks like you found the trouble you were searching for.

Easton

We made it official last night.

He knows whatthatmeans. My phone immediately rings. We talk when we don’t want things in writing. Over the years, we’ve become pros at covering our asses.

“Is the wedding date set?” he asks.

“No good morning or hello?”

I need the caffeine to work faster after staying up late last night. After I dropped Lexi off, I was in my head for hours before I fell asleep.

I think back to our last conversation and how she doesn’t want us to be strangers.Fuck, I don’t either.

“Our birthday is in thirty-six days. The clock is ticking.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. It’ll happen between now and then. She’s aware.”

“Did she read the contract?” he asks, and I can tell he’s walking somewhere.

“No,” I admit with a laugh. “Painfully predictable.”

“Hopefully, you won’t need it.”

I hear a door open and close on his end.

“I have a feeling I will,” I admit, knowing what was written inside. Needing to be two steps ahead of everyone, even Alexis.

Before the last half of my espresso cools, I take it in one gulp and brew another. The penthouse smells like a café by the time it’s done.

“And you’re positive she’s anti-love? Like, you don’t think there’s a chance?”

“No,” I confirm, taking her words at face value, even though an inkling of hope has bubbled. “But if anything changes, since you’re the number one fan of my personal Lifetime drama, I’ll keep you informed.”

“Great! I’d appreciate it. The popcorn is ready and wagers have been made.”

“Wagers?” I ask.

“Billie and a few others have a pool going and one of us will win a hefty jackpot,” he explains. “And that’s all I can say.”

“The last thing I need is to fall in love with someone who can’t reciprocate. Okay? It would only complicate this situation, so I’m avoiding that. At best, by the end of it, we’ll be friends.”

“But you’re attracted to her. She’s moving in with you. You’ll be taking her on dates. Charming her. And you’re already jealous as fuck.”

“Right. We’ll be glorified roommates.” I’m growing frustrated with this conversation.

“That’s all marriage is. Trust me, I know.” He chuckles. “But I look forward to watching you eat a shit sandwich full of your words.”

I sigh. “It’s not even six, and you’ve somehow managed to piss me off. Might be a record.”

“What else is new? You’re a grouch. Anyway, I’m walking into the gym. We’ll chat later. Want to meet up tonight?”

“I’ve got plans with Lexi.”

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