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What was going on with my brain? We were pretending to be a family. Pretending. Right?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Jasmine

Jack cracked a grin as I walked into the shop. “You and Ethan seemed pretty close last night.”

What was he even talking about?

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s what happens when you sit next to each other.”

Lily appeared and stood beside him. Her curls were extra bouncy today as she looked between us.

“Jack wasn’t talking about you sitting next to each other.” The lilt in her voice matched her curls.

“Hell no. You two were in your own little world.”

“Speaking to each other,” I said.

“Getting lost in each other’s eyes.” Jack pretended to stare dreamily into Lily’s.

I shook my head. “Have you been swapping your thriller books for Lily’s romances?”

“Don’t need a romance book to see what’s going on between the two of you.”

“We sat next to each other and had a conversation. Nothing unusual there.”

“She doth protest too much,” Jack said, and Lily nodded.

“Whatever. I’m here to collect the mail.”

“It’s Sunday, love,” Jack said.

Shit. My brain was not functioning.

“She’s distracted by love.” Jack held a hand to his heart.

Lily giggled, actually giggled.

“Lucky that house next door isn’t finished, huh?” Jack said. The suggestiveness in his voice insinuated I thought it was more than convenient.

I rolled my eyes and walked out. Their laughter followed me down the stairs. I was distracted, but it had nothing to do with Ethan or the way he’d looked at me last night. I told myself that all the way to the office. We were finishing a couple of things off before the Sunday tour. The kids were with Jay and Ross.

Ethan and I worked in silence. He stared at his screen, shook his head and then typed, his fingers tapping keys quickly. I studied him as he hit backspace over and over.

“What’s got you so worked up?” I asked.

“A review.”

“A review about what?”

“Our tour.”

I stood up and made my way over to him. “What about our tour?”

He let out a harsh breath. “We are disorganised, we share dull facts, we?—”

“Bullshit,” I said as I reached his side and read the review over his shoulder. It was worse than that. According to the reviewer, we had no personality and paid more attention to each other than we did the guests.

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