Page 81 of Be My Wife

Not fun.

This’ll be torture.

Because if Brogan’s mom stays over—

A weird humming starts in my veins and spreads through my entire body.

I’ll have to share a room with my husband.

Seventeen

Brogan

Mom didn’t bring bags for a one-night stay. I huff when I see the two giant suitcases stuffed in the back of the taxi.

This isn’t a visit.

This is an invasion.

The driver hands me Mom’s luggage.

I tip him for his time and lumber back into the lobby.

The guards rush to my aid. “Mr. Harrington, sir. Let me get that for you.”

I lift the fingers not tangled in the bohemian-weave duffels and gesture for them to stay back. “I’ve got it.”

A sweep of the lobby reveals that Mom and Elizabeth have disappeared.

“Your mother already returned to the suite,” the first guard says, confirming my hunch. “Your wife accompanied her.”

My wife?

At first, I give him a weird look.

I haven’t had a wife in years.

Then I remember Elizabeth.

Damn.

That’ll take some getting used to.

I nod my thanks.

Plod to the elevator.

Drop Mom’s bags on the floor as the door closes.

Stretching one hand against the chrome wall, I catch my breath and glare at my reflection.

I had no intentions of Mom finding out about this marriage.

The fact that she did means only one thing.

“Levy,” I grind out his name.

I should have known he and Mom would have kept in touch. Especially after he denounced Gran this morning.

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