“They should have had ten,” Brynn adds.
Deacon takes her wine glass from her. “How much have the two of you had to drink?” He dramatically sniffs the empty wine bottle on the counter like we’re drunk or high. We’re neither. “Have you met the three of you? I’m impressed your parents are still sane. When you two and Killian are together, you’re . . . Let’s just say you’re a lot. ”
“Oh really?” Logan asks, with a lightness to his voice I’m not sure I’ve heard before, and I take a step back to get a better view. But instead of letting me move, he throws an arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest. “Tell me more.”
“Wait.” Brynn glares. “You two aren’t allowed to gang up on us. You’re supposed to hate each other.”
She’s teasing,I think.
Logan’s lips graze my ear, and goosebumps break out along my cool flesh. “Stop moving, Olive.”
His whispered words do things I refuse to acknowledge.
This isn’t real.
None of this is, and I’ll do well to remember that.
No matter how good my husband smells or how incredible his arms feel wrapped around me, he’s still the same dick who threw a fit when he didn’t get the contract he wanted and called me an ice queen on a national stage. Something he hasn’tactually ever apologized for. Lucky for him, lying is basically one of the many requirements of my job.
Brynn looks outside and bites back a curse. “I’ve got to go get Knight before Mom lets him in the pool. I swear that woman had no problem saying no to us, but she can’t say no to my kids to save her damn life.”
“And how is my beautiful niece?” I ask, missing having Kennedy home.
“She’s living her best life,” Deacon smiles, and I ignore the little pang of jealousy that rears its ugly head. I’ve never been sure what Deacon and Brynlee and Killian and his wife, Lilah, have is for me. Even if I’ve spent my night convincing them that’s exactly what I have.
I wait for a few minutes until Deacon follows my sister into the backyard before turning my head to the man currently clouding my judgment. “You can let go now. No one can see us.”
Logan loosens his hold on me, but instead of letting go, he spins me to face him. His calloused hands cup my face and his thumbs graze my cheeks. “You intrigue me, wife.”
Oh God.
That voice.
Low and gravelly and so damn hot, it threatens to incinerate my childhood home.
I swallow my quickly building emotions down, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I can’t tell if that’s a good thing, husband.”
“It’s a pleasant fucking surprise, that’s for sure.” His dimple pops behind his smile, and my heart beats a funny rhythm.
Not real.Not real.Not real.
This is not real.
None of it is.
“Glad I could surprise you, I guess.” Shit. Why does my voice sound so breathy?
“You keep surprising me,” he says as I turn on him, wishing instead, I could simply saygood.
I want to let his words wash over me as I dance in them... but I don’t.
Cool. Calm. Collected.
I refuse to show him or anyone else anything less.
“Don’t act like this is real, Logan,” I whisper, reminding him why we’re here.
His thumbs make another pass over my cheeks, and I try my hardest not to get lost in his touch. “Not real. Got it.”
