Marriage Claws by Paige Cuccaro

Author:Paige Cuccaro [Cuccaro, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swerve
Published: 2017-06-26T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Anna was a third wheel for the rest of the evening . . . and I loved it. I’d never had a sister. I’d barely had a brother—after Mom died, George was more like a son. It was fun having Anna pester Jack and me, being an adorable pain in the ass however she could.

Jack was wonderful with her. The perfect big brother, patient and yet a little mean—picking on her when she deserved it, then bolstering her confidence like only a big brother could. The love between them was palpable, and for a moment I forgot that I was supposed to be pretending. I just . . . enjoyed being part of the family.

“Thank you,” Jack said once we were back in our room. His parents had given us Jack’s old bedroom suite. After all we were mates. Married or not, of course we’d share a bed. Right? Riiight. Damn.

“For what?” I yelled from the bathroom. I slipped my nightgown over my head and then realized I’d forgotten my robe. I stared in the mirror, weighing the sex appeal of my jersey-style Snoopy nightgown. Gray with quarter-length green sleeves, the hem stretching down to my knees and only barely hugging my body—I’d be lucky if Jack remembered I was a female inside the thing. I shrugged, resigned to an early evening, and padded out to the bedroom.

“For being so great with my sister,” he said. His back was to me, standing in front of the little loveseat of the suite’s sitting area.

He was in his PJs too—at least the bottom half. Oddly enough, I was okay with that. His shoulders stretched for miles, muscles rolling and flexing under his smooth skin as he folded the slacks of his suit. “Sorry I didn’t tell you about her. I think a part of me was hoping she somehow wouldn’t be involved in all of this.”

He stepped around the couch to the wooden butler that already held his jacket, and carefully slipped the slacks onto the lower bar. He straightened the jacket when he’d finished with the slacks, smoothing the shoulders so it rested perfectly, not a crease or stray hair in sight.

“I figured it was something like that. She’s a great kid,” I said, heading for the bed—because the man was crazy if he thought I was sleeping on the tiny couch. “How old is she?”

“Twenty two,” he said turning.

I yanked back the thick covers and crawled into the huge oversized king bed. My shoulders drooped. “Twenty-two? She barely looks sixteen. Speaking of looking freakishly young, how old are your parents, because I think I might have more wrinkles than your mother.”

“What are you wearing?” He looked bothered, not angry really, but definitely irritated.

I glanced down at the big Snoopy dancing across my chest. “Hey. Back off, Joan Rivers. Believe it or not, this is my good nightgown.” At least I’d remembered to pack my weekend undies—the ones that still had all the elastic intact.

“What sort of grown woman wears Snoopy nightgowns?”

“The kind of woman who values comfort and a good night’s sleep.

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