Page 67 of Deceit

I bob my head. “Uhh...okay, well would you tell him—”

“Is that you, Ems?” Kyson’s voice infiltrates through my stumbling—God bless his soul— and shows up behind the woman. His usual and welcoming smile calming my nerves. “I was wondering when you were getting here.”

I return the gesture, but my lips don’t want to curl into something that matches the woman in front of me.

Oh no, she has me beat by a long shot. They are only at half-working capacity.

“Here I am,” I deadpan, trying to sound like my normal upbeat self. But inside, my heart just skidded and crashed into my ribcage.

This makes two women within a week that have been possibly linked to Bishop.

I want to kill him.

Kyson gestures to the woman still holding the screen door open. “This is Scarlett, Bishop’s sister. Scar, this is Emmy Lou, the only female that your brother works with that can handle his shit.”

Sister.

Ah, yes, he’s mentioned one of those vaguely before, and embarrassingly enough, I’ve never met myhusband’sfamily before.

Scarlett’s perfectly shaped brows clash as though she doesn’t like the fact that I have a vagina who does indeed work with her brother until she surprises me with, “Oh my God, is he mean to you?”

“I’m extremely good to her.” Bishop’s voice and lie behind me sets my whole body buzzing from head to toe.

God, his voice is a weapon to me.

I surrender to it every single freaking time.

I didn’t hear a car pull up, my jealously ramping up too loudly in my head, I guess for me to take heed of my surroundings.

I hear the sound of his boots hitting the stained porch then his massive frame brushes up against mine, sending my next inhale fluttering away.

“Em, only gets the best, don’t you?” I mindlessly glimpse up at him like a fly to shit.

At first, he appears like he truly believes that he’s not a complete asshole to me. Until his brow perks underneath his black hat like he’s expecting me to accept his fib just to save face with his sister.

Which—not gonna lie—I’m thrilled about.

“Sure,” I reply, not bothering to make my response believable. It’s not my job. I then extend my hand. “It’s really nice to meet you, Scarlett.”

“Same,” she conveys as Bishop takes steps to get inside of the house. A gorgeous home at that in the middle of nowhere. “Come join us. We have plenty of food.”

I hold up a hand. “I’m good, thanks. I have some appointments I have to hit.”

More lies.

I’m not about to have family time with a woman whom I’ve never met with a million, and one questions about who I am and how long Bishop and I have worked together.

Let’s not leave out our little secret that no one knows about. That I made sure was buried so deep in the ground, not a soul would find it.

Something that Bishop was and still is super pissed about, I guess.

Scarlett nods understandably and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. Damn, those are fucking perfect too. “Fair enough. I hope I get to see you again then?”

“That’d be nice.” This time I give her a grin that’s not so rehearsed before she turns on her heel and lets Kyson hold the door from slamming in my face.

He scowls at me. “What are you doing?”

Well, that escalated quickly.

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