Page 53 of My Fiancé's Brother
“I’m just switching the laundry over,” he said.
I failed to open my eyes. “Okay.”
“Come on sweetheart.”He lifted me and then I was snuggled up against something hard and warm. I curled up, burrowing into the warmth. My head rested on a heater that rose and fell with each breath. I squinted. I was cuddled up against Jackson’s chest. My arm drifted up around his waist. I felt warm and so safe.
Voices woke me up.I was lying alone on the couch.
“What’s she doing down here?” Matt’s voice. He sounded annoyed.
Footsteps jogged down the stairs. “She threw up on her bed.”
“Oh, well fuck,” Matt said. “Serves her right. She was hammered last night.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Matt?” Jackson sounded pissed, but his voice was quiet.
A harsh laugh from Matt. “Oh, this is rich.”
“That girl is so in love with you. She’ll do anything for you. All she wants from you is to spend some time with her.”
Matt slurred. “You have no fucking clue what you're talking about.”
“I know who you fucking left with. Seriously?”
“Don’t fucking start with me.”
“You’re messing up a good thing here.”
“Jackson. You have always been so fucking jealous of me, haven’t you?”
“This has nothing to do with me. Open your eyes.”
“My eyes are wide open.”
“So when your fiancée is sick and calling your name, and you aren’t home, and she knows that something is up, but she can’t wrap her mind around it.”
“Just shut the fuck up, Jackson. God. Don’t even start with me.”
“I’m trying to prevent a train wreck.”
“You want to know what a train wreck is? Cynthia Clymore.”
“You're still upset about her? She was your girlfriend, what, when you were fifteen?”
“You fucking stole her from me,” Matt’s voice escalated about four-decibel levels.
“I didn’t steal her. I didn’t touch her,” Jackson’s voice remained calm.
“That isn’t what she told me.”
“Well, she lied.”
“You never wanted me happy. Everything I had you needed to break.”
“Come on, man. I'm not the one breaking what you have here.”
“Cynthia. My family. You came into my home and stole my family.”
“Like I had a choice about coming to your home.”
