Page 60 of Be My Wife

Brogan’s much, much better at this than I’d given him credit for. That’s an answer I probably wouldn’t have been able to feed him if I could.

He tears his gaze away from me to cast a smirk at Oren. “I’m sure you can understand.”

“Oh, yeah.” Oren slides his hands over Novah’s shoulders. It’s clear he’s already bought it—hook, line and sinker.

Novah’s not as easily swayed. “Why haven’t I heard about you before?”

“We wanted to keep it to ourselves.” I try to morph into my love-sick character. “You know how our family can get.”

“I do.” Novah narrows her eyes.

I turn to Brogan and lift my fork.

He leans forward and nibbles the cake off the spines.

I smile brightly as he groans in pleasure.

Shoot.

That sound he makes deep in his chest should not make my toes curl in my shoes like they are right now.

“Still, it’s weird that you didn’t mention him at all.”

Brogan runs a hand down my face. “Did I mention how beautiful you look today?”

“No.”

He leans in. “You do.”

My eyes flutter closed.

He kisses me softly.

His big fingers cradle my chin.

His thumb swipes back and forth on my cheek.

My heart sighs.

Stupid heart.

This isn’t real.

None of this is real.

Still I kiss him back.

Enjoy learning his motions.

The patterns of his strokes.

The taste of his lips with just a hint of chocolate.

When I pull back, I’m dazed and very, very worried.

My fake-husband is way too good at kissing and the stirring in my belly feels way too real.

Brogan glances at Novah. “I’m sorry, did you ask a question?”

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