Page 72 of Don't Trust Her

“Unfortunately not.” He moves even closer to me so our sides are pressed against each other.

I glance over at the kids, hoping they don’t see our public display of affection. Luckily, they’re distracted by their cousins’ arrival. “She didn’t hear about what happened this morning?”

“Guess not.” David plays with a strand of my hair.

My skin crawls. Not because there’s anything wrong with him. My brother-in-law is a handsome guy, but he isn’t Peter.

Speaking of Peter, someone who looks remarkably like him steps out of a Mercedes on the other side of the park. He looks around, his gaze stopping on us.

I clear my throat. “I, uh, think we have trouble.”

That’s the code phrase. Not that it’s especially subtle.

David’s attention snaps toward his brother. But his arm doesn’t move from around me.

My heart thunders in my chest.

Peter marches over. “What do you think you’re doing?”

David straightens his back. “Hey, bro.”

I’m all too aware of his arm still around me. I swallow.

“What’s going on?” Peter furrows his brows.

I should move, but I don’t. A lump forms in my throat, and I blink back tears.

“We’re just watching the kids,” David says.

“That isn’t what I mean.” Peter stares at his brother’s arm around me.

I’m going to puke. I really am.

“This?” David moves his arm and looks at it like he’s never seen it before. “Oh, you know. Just being friendly. Brotherly, if you will. She looked cold.”

“Stand up.” Peter’s tone sends a chill down my back.

It doesn’t seem to bother David, who rises with ease. “What’s up?”

My husband balls a fist.

I can’t look.

But I hear the impact.

David stumbles to the side. “What was that for?”

“I’m not stupid! I know what’s going on.” Peter storms back to his car. “Leave my wife alone before I really hurt you.”

I bury my face in my hands. This better get the attention of my evil twin, or I don’t know what I’ll do. Either way, I’m going to have to come up with an explanation for my kids as to why their dad punched their favorite uncle.

All I want is to get rid of my sister, so everything can return to normal.

If any of this mess is salvageable.

ChapterForty-Four

I’ve never felt more exposed, but I’m at the end of my rope and have no other options. My twin hasn’t so much as looked David’s way. All that effort—including a black eye—and it was for nothing.

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