Stealing My Foolish Brother's Beautiful Bride

ey

home. Everything felt wrong, tain

ot pan. Blake, dressed in his expensive shirt but wearing my r

devil" of the ice, cooking in my kitchen. If I tol

d to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame

steak. "To cook. To eat. And then... to enjoy

ix of shame and rage. "This is

spatula still in hand. He rais

pressive gaze, the wo

pliance. He turned back to the stove an

ank into the sofa. This sofa... Kennedy used t

merged from the kitchen carrying two beau

n lit the scented candle that was sitting the

and pulled me up from the sofa. He dragged me

into my hands. "Eat. Don't m

im when a loud, frantic bangi

Bang

oze, our eyes darti

lightly slurred with drink, called out: "Hayley? It's me, Kennedy.

y. What was h

ely looked at Blake. His face was a blank ma

é at the door. The situation was

l yelling. "Babe

mouth with a napkin, and stood up.

ward and grabbed his arm, hol

er, I couldn't imagi

with panic. Without a second though

. He stood like a

his eyes dropped to my lips

g at the do

umiliation, I tilted my head up and

h a slight curl of his lips, tu

tterly d

e bedroom door, h

or, I quickly composed mysel

d with alcohol. He was leaning against the do

at this late hou

ou, and to tell you that my mother invites

likely a trap. Lowering my gaze, I nodded and casually said, "I recall that my u

"I just learned it too

e tomorrow morning to check it out." I needed to familiariz

adily agreed and o

fair skin looked delicate, my lips full and glossy. My loose robe cinched my wai

, "Since I'm here, wo

t to refuse when a sudden thu

ward the interior, frowni

ly recovered. "It's a dog a friend