Page 154 of The Wife Situation

This whole thing is fake, I remind myself.

Easton tucks his hands into his pockets. He knows Remi knows me better than Carlee. Her words hold weight.

“You two are fire.”

He smiles at her.

“I played matchmaker,” Weston says. “Kinda made this whole thing happen.”

Brody rolls his eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

I turn my attention back to Remi. “Why are you working the day after your birthday?”

She holds back a smile. “I’m not.”

I glance over my shoulder, up the stairs, where she came from. “Are you alone?”

Weston laughs, and Remi turns to him. “Shut up.”

“Feisty little Texas girls,” Weston states, lifting his leather duffel over his shoulder.

Brody does the same and they make their way toward the door.

“Don’t be a stranger, either of you,” she says to Easton and me. “But that one can stay in New York.”

Weston laughs as he grabs the knob. “Oh, come on. I didn’t give youthathard of a time.”

“Worse than my brothers,” she says.

“Damn,” I quip. “That’s pretty bad.”

Easton chuckles. “We should leave if we’re going to make dinner tonight.”

Remi moves to him. He holds out his hand to give her a handshake, and she pulls him into a hug.

“I’m sure it’s known, but if you hurt my friend, I will chop off your balls.”

“Great,” he tells her. “Her other friend has my cock. So, you two can have a party.”

I snort. “It was Carlee,” I say.

Remi nods. “I knew I liked her.”

When I glance toward the front door, I see the SUV waiting in the driveway. “I’ll see you soon.”

She pulls me into another hug and whispers, “He’s mad about you.”

All I can do is smile as I pass Easton. When we step off the porch, our suitcases are taken from his hand, and we climb into the vehicle. Brody sits in the front, and Weston is in the back. We take the middle row.

A few minutes later, we’re heading down the long, twisty road that leads to town, and then we’re passing through it. I look out the window at the park in the middle of the town square and smile when we pass the library.

Easton grabs my hand, butterflies dance, and endless possibilities of us and the future fill my mind. Nothing about the way I feel is fake, and the sooner I’m willing to admit that, the better. However, I have my doubts that I could ever be enough for the man who can have anything he wants.

“My mother texted me this morning and I promised that we’d come back and visit soon.”

“I’d like that a lot,” he says with a wink.

Two hours later, we arrive at the private hangar, and outside, the jet waits for us with the stairs down. I must’ve fallen asleep, but I dreamed about nothing.

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