Page 72 of The Wife Situation

“It’s the truth, darling. Might as well get used to it.”

There’s a twinkle in her eye. “We’re going to have a long chat later.”

“I look forward to it.” I hold out my arms and she falls into them. “See you in a few hours?”

She smells sweet, and I place my lips on her forehead. I don’t know why I did it. It felt natural, like she needed it. A content sigh releases from her.

I’m sure the paps are snapping hundreds of pictures of this public display of affection. I shouldn’t have given them that moment, but I couldn’t help it.

“Do you need a ride?” I ask.

Lexi shakes her head and pulls away. “I can manage the subway.”

I grab her hand, bringing her back to me. “I insist.”

A defiant grin spreads across her pink-tinted lips. “See you soon,Easton.”

She breaks away and blows me a kiss over her shoulder. I catch it and shove it into my pocket with a smirk.

I hate to see her go, but, damn, I love watching her walk away in those ripped jeans that make her ass look perfect. I don’t take my eyes off her as Brody steps up beside me.

“That was interesting,” he says. “Already fucking whipped.”

“I’m going to make her my wife,” I admit as we head toward the diamond in the sky.

He glances over at me. “I know.”

“Follow her,” I say, and he turns on his heel, leaving me to myself as I cross the street.

As I enter the building, I realize everyone in my life is Team Alexis.

17

LEXI

Iturn and blow Easton a kiss. He looks so damn good in that black T-shirt that gives the perfect peek of his dark ink. Under his baseball hat, I know there’s a head of messy brown hair. Hair that plenty of women would die for the opportunity to run their fingers through.

If I were an outsider, watching us, I’d believe we were falling in love.

I know better though.

I also know fourteen days is all it takes for him to grow bored, so being with him for a year concerns me.

What if he turns into a complete monster on day fifteen?

The thought makes me laugh. What if he turns into a beast? I snort, thinking about it.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter; I’m getting paid, and I’ll make a new friend. It’s only one year, and he’s promised me adventures. Easton Calloway isn’t the type of man who lies.

“I didn’t realize he had so many damn tattoos,” Carlee mutters, pulling my attention back to her. “I wouldn’t have recognized him in the wild.”

“There are more than what you can see,” I confide, recalling the memories of when I’ve seen them.

“You’ve seen them?” she questions.

“Yes,” I say, knowing exactly what it sounds like, but I don’t correct her or give any additional information.

It feels like months have passed since crashing into Easton at the Tower, but we’re only on day nine. Maybe that’s why most women don’t last two weeks. Everything moves so quickly with him, even his relationships.

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