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I laughed. “You’re the wee baby Montgomery. I bet your life is just as melodramatic.”

“I don’t know. I have a sweet boyfriend, one I love very much. And I’m happy.”

There was something in her tone that told me that maybe that wasn’t truly the case. After all, Paige wanted marriage. It had been over a year, and it still hadn’t happened. But I wasn’t going to mention it. I wasn’t even going to think about it. Because it wasn’t my place. Today, we were going to pretend that everything was fine—even though it wasn’t.

Today, I would have dinner with the Montgomerys and Beckett, and try to figure out what the hell I was doing. Because things were moving quickly, more so than I ever imagined.

Tonight, I needed to sit near Beckett and pretend that I hadn’t had his lips on mine, his hands everywhere.

And not wonder when we would do it again.

Chapter 18

Beckett

“Iknow you’re looking at the door and waiting for someone to arrive, but I have a feeling it has nothing to do with your sisters.”

I looked over at Lee and snorted. “Please stop trying to read my thoughts.”

“They’re written all over your face, buddy. It’s pretty easy to read those thoughts of yours.”

“Well, let’s just hope Mom and Dad don’t. They already growl at me enough.”

Lee leaned forward. “They were worried about you.”

“They don’t need to be. I’m fine.”

Lee studied my face and frowned. “You know, that’s the first time I think you’re telling the truth when you’re saying you’re fine.”

“I don’t know if it was more about what happened, or the fact that I was keeping it a secret. I need to talk to someone. Because I still think about it when I close my eyes, even though I try not to. But going over it and talking through it seems to have helped.”

“Maybe.”

“Perhaps Eliza is good for you,” he muttered, and I narrowed my eyes at my friend.

“Stop.”

He shook his head. “I’ll stop once you quit looking at the door, waiting for her to come through.”

“She’ll be here.”

He grinned. “Because you two talked about it?”

“Lee,” I grumbled.

“Aw, he usually only uses that tone of voice with me,” Archer said as he came to my side.

I narrowed my eyes at my little brother. “Well, you force me to use it so often.”

“But he’s getting better at it,” Marc said as he wrapped his arm around Archer’s waist. Archer rolled his eyes and leaned into his boyfriend’s side.

“Hey, I’m not that bad.”

I just blinked slowly at Archer as Marc looked down at him.

“Fine. I am a little annoying. But it could be worse.”

“Always,” I said, and Archer scrunched his nose.

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