Page 161 of Could Have Been Us
Jack lifts our entwined fingers, my ring glittering in the sunlight. “I love you, Stella, but we’re having this wedding because I will not listen to your brother bitch for another minute about it.”
“He’s such a jerk.”
“He is, but there’s a part of me that wants to see it too,” he admits.
“What?”
“The white dress, the flowers, you looking at me all lusty as you see me in my tuxedo.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous. I don’t look at you all lusty.”
Jack laughs and pulls into the construction site before putting the car in park. “You do. Admit it. I leave you in a perpetual state of horniness.”
“Oh, yeah, don’t you know it. I’m just walking around, wishing that you were there to satisfy me,” I say with so much sarcasm I could choke.
I get out of the car before he can give me a lame retort and walk around the car. When he gets to me, he scoops me into his arms, walking through the mud as I laugh. “Put me down!”
“And let you ruin your shoes? Not a chance. I’m a smart man, Stella O’Donnell, and I am aware of what those things cost.”
I smile. “You are going to have to do a lot of wilderness trips to keep my shoe collection happy.”
“Is that so?”
“It is, Jack O’Donnell.” I grip his face and pull him in for a kiss. “And you promised to cherish me. Shoes are the way to my heart.”
“Here I thought I was.”
I grin. “You rank high, but not above my Jimmy Choos.”
He puts me down, and just as I get my footing, I catch sight of someone sneaking out of Joshua’s RV and almost fall on my ass.
I grab Jack’s arm, pulling him behind one of the stacks of wood.
Jack lets out a chuckle. “Well, how about that?”
“Delia,” I say softly.
Not only is she sneaking out of there, but also her hair is a damn mess and she’s struggling to get her arm through her sleeve.
“We both know how this goes,” he says, shaking his head.
“Yeah, my brother is a freaking mess. He’s never going to commit, and she’s going to be crushed.”
“Or they fall in love and your brother gets his head out of his ass.”
That’s never going to happen. Josh is . . . different. He doesn’t want love, a family, or anything in his life worth losing. “I think not.”
“Well, this isn’t our business.”
I look up at him. “You don’t know me very well.”
“Stella, you cannot get involved.”
I shrug because . . . I can, and I probably will. “If you say so, husband.”
Jack’s eyes close as he lets out a heavy sigh. “You’re already planning something, aren’t you?”
“Me? Never.”
