Page 78 of Be My Wife

I shake my head. “No, you guys. It’s really basic. You wouldn’t like it.”

“Aw, come on.” Mama pins me with a get real look.

“You managed to keep the relationship and the marriage a secret from all of us.” Aunt Becca nudges my arm with her elbow. “I’m sure there’s a whole lot you could share.”

I keep my mouth shut.

“Tell us!” Aunt Becca pumps her fists. “Tell us. Tell us.”

Soon everyone is yelling it out.

“Tell us! Tell us!”

I meet Brogan’s eyes.

He lifts one shoulder it’s your show.

I scowl you’re so helpful.

He smirks in response.

The jerk.

“Uh…” I clear my throat. “Well, Brogan and I first met in a coffee shop.”

“When?”

“A while ago,” I say, keeping the timetable vague. “We… had a great conversation about love. Then he left. And I thought I’d never see him again.”

“But you did,” Aunt Sharon says eagerly.

I shuffle my feet. “We met again on a blind date.”

“A what?”

I glance at Mama. “I hired professional matchmakers to set me up.”

Everyone gasps.

Brogan looks unsettled.

I make a face at him what?

He arches a bushy eyebrow isn’t that a little too close to the truth?

I shake my head the best lies are wrapped up in truth.

He seems to think about it and then nods.

“Elizabeth,” Mama looks slightly offended, “why would you get help from an outside source?”

“I just… I wanted to see if maybe the problem was me.”

“Oh, honey.” Aunt Sharon clutches her pearls.

“But,” I straighten my shoulders and force a bright smile, “when I got to the restaurant, guess who walked in?”

“You’re kidding!”

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