“I’m not a fucking train, Nina.” Not that it wasn’t a good analogy. Props for that one. I’ll have to remember it for later. “But I get it. My happy little bubble is about to be burst by—well, by everyone, I guess.” I loathe the thought of bringing the entireworld into my life. That’s never been my style. I hate the idea of being in front of the news instead of behind it.
“Listen, lady, you’ve got quite the caboose for someone five foot nothing, ninety pounds soaking wet. I’m pretty sure most of that weight is in your caboose.”
Brynlee snickers, and I throw her a death glare.
“First of all, I’m five foot three. Second, I haven’t seen ninety pounds since middle school, although, I think there’s a compliment in there.”
“And third—” Brynn interjects. “Pretty sure her boobs are as big as her ass.”
“Is that Brynn?” Nina smiles and spits out her gum.
“Hey, Nina.” Brynn rounds my desk and waves. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s all good. Tell your sister she needs to take that hot husband of hers out for a spin in public.” Nina looks at me pointedly. “Be seen, Olivia. Love you. Gotta go.” She blows us a kiss, and my screen goes black.
Brynlee sits on my desk, facing me, a curious grin on her face. “What’s she talking about, Livvy? Why do you have to be seen?”
“We’re gearing up for the custody battle, and we’d hoped to have a little more ammunition to use against Monica,” I tell her and kick my feet up next to her on the desk.
“Oh, little sister...” She smacks my feet off the desk and shakes her head. “We’re so much more alike than you even know.”
If someone were to ask if I’m like either of my siblings, I’d laugh.
Are Brynlee and Killian alike?
Absolutely.
Am I like either of them?
Not even a little bit.
“I don’t have the energy to argue with you, Brynnie, so how about you tell me why you’re here?” Okay, so that may have been a little bitchier than she deserves, but I’ve been on edge all day. It turns out, waking up on the verge of an orgasm to realize that it’s being ripped away is not a pleasant experience. I need one. Maybe two more minutes, and I have absolutely no doubt I’d have come so hard, my eyes would have rolled into the back of my head. Why am I sure? Because dream Logan was fucking me like it was his last night on earth, and I was the air he needed to breathe.
It wasun-fucking-believable.
And when I woke up and saw him... well, for a split second, I thought we were going to go with it. For one little moment, I thought we were both going to let go of our mutual dislike and just give in. But that wasn’t in the fucking cards.
My fault—? I guess it is. But really, it’s my stupid husband’s fault, too, because he’s the one insisting I admit I don’t hate him. And I refuse to admit it. Even if there’s a small ounce of truth to it.
“Well.” She scrunches her nose, and my stomach drops.
“What did you do?”
“I may have accidentally let it slip to Lindy that you got married in Vegas.” She hops off the desk and out of kicking range. Like that’s going to stop me.
“You what?” I roll my chair back and hop up. I’m going to kill my sister.
“Sorry.” She skirts around my desk, putting it between us. “We were having wine last night, and I kind of let it slip. But she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone.”
I close my eyes and grit my teeth. This is so bad. “Brynlee?—”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You said that already.” My family is like an episode ofGossip Girl. Tell one person, and the news spreads like fuckingwildfire. “The wedding is tomorrow. You couldn’t keep it quiet until after then?”
“It’s just Lindy. She won’t say anything.”
My chest tightens as the anxiety builds. “Bullshit. She’ll tell someone, and they’ll tell someone, and before I know it, the whole family will know my news. News that wasn’t yours to share.”
