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I’ve never been that close to the woman.
I’ve always kept my distance.
First, it was my mother’s choice, but later it became my own. The last thing I want to do is feel like I’m slowly becoming Eldrina Harrington.
“Look,” Levy swallows, “I didn’t always agree with what your grandmother did. But I know, in her own way, she loved you very much and she just wanted the best for you.”
I bark out a laugh.
“It’s true. She was very thorough before she picked Lana—”
“She was very thorough when she kicked her out too.” I glare at him. “Kicked Steph out.”
“You have to understand. You had no blood relation to the child and neither did your grandmother. She didn’t see the need to pay for all those hospital bills when—”
“Please stop, Levy.”
“I shouldn’t have called you a pig, Brogan. If I had known this was where your money would go…”
“You’d what?”
He sighs loudly. “I’m not the enemy here. Neither was your grandmother. Let me know how I can help in the future.” He pins me with a stern look. “Be honest.” He chucks his chin through the wall at Elizabeth. “You’ll get a lot farther if you take that advice.”
Great. Looks like even when I run from a lecture, I still end up getting one.
“I’ve got it handled, Levy.”
He makes a tsking sound.
I sink into my seat and glare at the city outside as he exits. Annoyance brews in my chest. Levy’s wrong. There’s no sense being honest. No sense opening myself up only to find out I’ve been played.
At least this time, I know what’s real and what’s not.
This time, I’m in control of the lies.
And this time, I’m leaving my heart and my secrets out of my marriage.
Fourteen
Elizabeth
It’s been a long day. On top of avoiding my new boss-slash-fake-husband, I had to dodge Riley’s questions about my rushed marriage and find time to get all my work done with my brain still going into random overheat mode whenever I thought about Brogan’s kisses.
Doesn’t help that his office is made of glass and I have a freakishly amazing front-row seat to everything that goes on in it.
So yeah.
Mission Avoid My Fake Husband was only a minimal success.
All I want to do tonight is snuggle in bed with a tub of ice cream, fall down the rabbit hole of a Netflix binge and, forget about my fake husband, my fake wedding and this big mess I’ve gotten myself into.
But my hopes are dashed when I pull up to my apartment and can’t find a space to park my car.
The lot is flooded with vehicles.
I spot a ‘Yuh Betta Belize It’ bumper sticker and a huge weight drops onto my shoulders.
Mom’s here.
