Page 80 of Be My Wife

Our eyes connect.

He frowns harder I had that.

I tilt my head you’re welcome.

His eyes narrow.

I steer my nosey aunt into the kitchen and far away from Brogan.

We spend most of the night apart as Brogan is pulled into conversation with the men and the women gather in the kitchen to chat about Novah’s wedding.

It’s a great time, but it’s also a school night so, before long, everyone leaves.

Brogan and I accompany them down to the lobby, waving as my family disperses.

As soon as the last vehicle is gone, I collapse against the wall. “That went better than expected.”

“I can’t believe they bought it.” He runs a hand through his red hair. Glancing at me, he asks, “Tired?”

“Exhausted.”

“I’ll get the guest room ready.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I’m glad he has one. Even if he didn’t, I’d hit the couch. It’s best if I keep my distance from Brogan.

That kiss tonight…

It can never happen when we’re alone.

Ever.

Just then, his phone chirps.

Brogan fishes it out of his pocket. Glances at the screen. Goes pale.

“What?”

“It’s my mom.”

“And?”

“She wants me to come outside and bring in her bags.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ll explain, baby,” a cheery voice says.

I spin and find a tall, broad-shouldered woman with long red hair and green eyes smiling brightly at me.

“Mom?” Brogan croaks.

“I’m here to meet my son’s new wife.” She hooks a finger over her shoulder and gives Brogan a casual order. “My bags are in the taxi, honey.” Then she grabs both my hands. “Oh you’re beautiful.”

“T-thanks.”

She leans forward. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking the guest room tonight.” A girlish squeal flows past her thin, non-existent lips. “Oh, this’ll be so much fun.”

Her words sink in like daggers through my brain.

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