Double the trouble, triple the weapons.
CAMERON
“Fiancée” I blurt before I can stop myself. “I’m his fiancée not his wife.”
Heaven knows why I feel the need to make that clarification when there’s a gun pointed in my face.
Obviously Earl thinks the same too because he frowns at me, brows raised.
It’s a frown that says Seriously, right now?
And in response I give him one of my own telling him I could care less what he thinks.
His brother who still has me pinned to the wall takes note of our silent exchange and his frown deepens.
It’s one thing to find out your brother might have a secret wife.
It’s another thing to see them communicating without words.
I see the emotions wash over his face in waves.
Disbelief, anger and betrayal narrowing his dark eyes and even darker features.
