Logan wraps his free arm around me, holding me back because mantra or not, I snap, pushing forward, ready to rip this ass’s head off... verbally, of course. I’ll leave the physical sparring to my dad and brother and occasionally, my sister. Brynlee might not get in the cage often these days, but she’d still kick this shithead’s ass if she heard him call me astray.
“Back off, Jasper,” Logan warns in a tone that is impressively strong.
Jasper. I knew that.
“Yes, Jasper,” I agree, snapping back to cool, calm, and collected. At least that’s what I’m telling myself so I can resist the urge to knee this asshole in the balls. “Back off.”
That earns me a glare from Logan, but fuck him if he thinks I’m going to let someone disrespect me.
“And yes, this is Olivia.My wife.” Logan’s lips brush my temple, and my body freezes.
Shit. We’re going to need to touch to make this believable.
Why didn’t I think of that?
Oh right. Because I was pissed and a little drunk and not at all thinking with the logical side of my brain when I came up with this scheme.
Not the greatest combination.
Point taken.
It’s still a solid plan, but damn, do we still have a ton to work out. Not that we can get that done now, in front of his family. Instead, I step into Logan’s chest and play along, ignoring the indignation burning hot in my chest. “I guess our secret is out of the bag.”
“Yourwhat?” Waverly asks, still shell-shocked.
Time to really sell it. If we can’t convincethem, then we’re screwed.
Mustering what little strength I still have in my reserves, I straighten my shoulders and try to act like I like my husband.Even I’m not good enough to pull off love yet. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, but Logan thought it was better if we kept things quiet until we knew where this was going. At least that way, we’d know whether the media storm that was inevitable when they find out we were together would be worth it or not. We figured if we’d broken up first, then no one would be the wiser.”
“And you what?” Waver sputters. “You just never broke up? So, marrying her seemed like a good plan?”
I look up at Logan, waiting for an answer that never comes before forcing my gaze back to Waverly’s. “Yes.”
Logan gets on board quickly and leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Like I said, wife.” His words are barely above a whisper. “You’re frighteningly good at this.”
To the outsiders in the room, it probably looks like we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Guess that’s a good thing.
“Oh gross.” Waverly gags, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Stop. I’ve never seen you kiss a woman.”
“Never?” I cock a brow. “Into men before me, husband?”
“Fuck no. Just never been into bringing anyone home before you, wife.”
“You should have been around in college, Waves. Logan was a manwhore,” Rafe adds, even though I’m pretty sure he’s rewriting history.
“Hmm... That’s not exactly how I remember it, Rafe,” I laugh at the player who broke my roommate’s heart first semester. I might not know these men well now, but I knew them then.
“Semantics.” He shrugs.
“Not what that means, Langley.” Playing the part of the sister-in-law comes more naturally than I expected. At least playing it the way my siblings, their spouses, and I all interactwith each other does... Sarcastic and merciless comes naturally in my family.
“She’s got you there, you idiot,” Waverly groans. “Forgive my brothers for being boneheads and me for my shock, but it appears Logan has been keeping some pretty big secrets.”
Her words seem kind, but her posture screams disbelief.
We haven’t won her over.
