Page 110 of Snared

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t drunk-marry your enemy and then fall for him. I blame tequila and orgasms,” I grumbled.

Jules laughed. “One. He’s not your enemy. And two, I don’t think you’re the only one who fell.”

“You read too many romance novels,” I said.

She smirked. “Enemies to lovers is my fave.”

“Whatever.”

“You guys are good together. I can see it and I’m sure everyone else can, too.”

“That’s for show,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

Jules was quickly becoming the most annoying person ever.

Before I could reply, Jax was swinging his arm over Jules’s shoulder. “What can I get you, unruly Julie?”

“Definitely not. And I’ll take a pale ale.”

“At your service, Crown Jules,” he said, slipping over to the waitress assigned to the VIP section we’d entered.

“He’s ridiculous,” Jules said. There was something in her tone.

“Don’t you dare sleep with him.”

“Please. That will never happen. He’s too crazy for me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, I’m serious. That has disaster written all over it and I know that,” Jules reassured me.

“Good. Now let’s have a few drinks and do some dancing,” I said.

Tonight was about hanging out with my sister before she headed home tomorrow and we got back on our bus for the final week of the tour.

The final week.

Would it be the final week of my ruse, too?

JOSH

I polished off the rest of my beer, having refused to drink anything stronger tonight, no matter how much their top-shelf liquor called to me. Fucking hell, tonight was not going how I’d planned before we’d stepped into the elevator.

We’d spent the morning in bed, being lazy, fucking, and watching a movie. It’d felt like a taste of what could happen when the tour ended.

And it’d been more than nice.

The rest of the day had been with Jules and the guys, and I finally felt like I was back on solid ground with them after the paternity fuckup.

And then I had to get bent about her telling Jules the truth.

Now, here I was, watching Charlie like a fucking creeper. She’d stuck close to her sister, shooting me a glare every time our eyes met. She was overreacting, but even I wasn’t stupid enough to say that to her.

We’d had an agreement. No one else was supposed to know the truth. It was as simple as that.

But Cassie knew. And Evie knew.

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