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I am starting to wonder if Rose chose these clothes to piss of the guys or make us blend in. Because I fit in more now than I would have if I wore the dress I was initially going to wear. I would have been a blot of vibrant colors on a dark canvas.
“Well look who decided to show their ugly mugs.” Comes a joking voice. I glance up from my plate to see a blonde guy with a cut on and the most sparkling blue eyes that are filled with laughter.
My heart stops.
Logan…
“Shit, West. Didn’t see you. What’s up?” Easton says, giving his hand a shake over the table. Jackson sits on one side of me while Rose sits on the other, and Easton next to her.
This…West… sits directly in front of me and I feel like I’m seeing a doppelganger of Logan. I want to weep. I want to reach out and touch him and see if he feels the same. I want to bring my nose to the crook of his neck and see if he smells the same.
“Who’s the pretty ladies?” He smiles a cocky smile as if he knows the effect he has on all women. Of course, Logan was the exact same.
Why? Why is the world doing this to me?
“This is Rose.” Easton says, draping a possessive arm over her shoulders.
West smiles like he knows exactly what Easton is doing and then turns his gaze to me.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. Just a puff of breath. Air. Holy shit, I can’t even breathe. It’s like someone’s gripping my neck and squeezing the life out of me.
I can’t breathe.
I feel a hand fall to my bare leg and squeezetight.
“This is my girl, Cara.” Jackson speaks, making West’s eyes widen and his cocky smile drip right off his face.
“He speaks.” West raises his arms, and the hand on my thigh squeezes tighter, this time to the point of pain.
I wiggle my leg, and he loosens up but still holds my leg in a vice.
I lower my gaze as Easton and West start talking, going back to my food. Jackson doesn’t eat a bite of his. None at all. He just sits there with his hand on my leg and watching me eat every piece of food on my plate.
When I’m finished, Jackson grabs my plate with one hand and my wrist with the other, hauling me out of my spot. I glance back at Rose with wide eyes, and she looks at me concerned before turning to Easton.
He just shakes his head.
Jackson pulls me around the side of the building where there are less people, pressing me up against the side of the building.
He seethes.
“I know.” He growls, confusing me.
“You know what?” I narrow my eyes.
“You… all speechless in front of West. Anyone would be blind not to see the resemblance to Logan. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Fucking cocky as hell attitude. You wanna go fuck him, Cara? Is that what made you speechless?”
I sputter. Stand there with my jaw to the floor as Jackson lays into me. I mean, yeah, he does look a lot like Logan and even seemed to act somewhat like him. But why would I want tofuckhim? One, I’m pregnant, and two, I don’t know the guy. It’s just… seeing someone who resembles my dead boyfriend is eerie.
Eerie as fuck.
“Fucking speak, Cara.” He raises his voice and it pisses me right off.
I point my finger right in his face. “Don’t go all possessive on me, Jackson. Sorry if I couldn’t find my words when I look up from a cheeseburger and see a Logan look-a-like sitting right in front of me. I wasn’t even given a second to gather my thoughts before you bruised my thigh and started saying I’m your girlfriend. I mean, really? Girlfriend? When was this established?”
He looks down at my thigh, running his finger over the red marks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”
Seriously? I’m less concerned about my thigh and more concerned about the girlfriend bit.
