Fake Marriage Box Set

“Umm. No brainer. Him. You do him. How are we even friends and you not know this?” She ran her arm through mine, and we walked the path into the woods to my meadow.

Chapter Nineteen

Luke

I was looking over the crowd trying to find Emerson. She told us she would be here before she left for Portland on Tuesday to take Rachel to the airport. I had sent her all the details via text a few days ago. I just wanted to see her face, and know she was there.

“She’s here,” Ryan said.

“Did you see her?” I looked over my shoulder.

“Dude, seriously?”

“What?

“She messaged me like twenty minutes ago. Apparently, you haven't been listening to me.”

“Oh.” I felt a little sheepish, but I didn't show it.

“There.” He pointed, and I felt my blood run cold. She was talking to Chris Martin, the biggest asshole on the circuit. He wasn't known for putting on a good show to win the ladies but had been accused of some not so nice things once he had. I wasn't sure why she was talking to him, but I was going to find out.

“Hey, Em,” I said as I walked up, Ryan on my heels. I specifically shortened her name so Chris immediately knew our acquaintance wasn’t just casual.

“Luke. Ryan,” Chris said as Emerson turned and laid eyes on me.

“Luke, hey.” She smiled big, sending a rush through me. And when she reached for me, I pulled her into a tight hug and smirked as Ryan grabbed her from me, swinging her around. He kissed her on the cheek and then whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“I didn't realize you guys knew each other,” Chris said. He puffed his chest out slightly, his male posturing not lost on me or Ryan for that matter.

“Yeah,” Ryan said dropping his arm over Emmy’s shoulder.

“You know him?” Emerson asked looking up at me.

“We’ve competed over the years, yes.” I said trying not to let my emotions get the better of me. I wanted Chris to know Emmy was off limits and not to be messed with. At the same time, I didn't want to go all caveman on her and mark territory that I wasn't sure was really mine.

“Chris works with my grandfather,” she announced.

“And you,” Chris interjected.

“Yes, and me sometimes.” She looked over at him oddly and then back to me. I could see a little confusion on her face as she was pulled into the middle of a pissing contest. I didn't like that she worked with him. Hell, I didn't even like her standing three feet from him.

Ryan said something to her I couldn't hear and then turned, walking back toward our setup with Emmy under his arm.

“We will be over there when you two get done,” Ryan said over his shoulder.

“I’ll talk to you later, Chris,” Emmy called out.

He nodded and waved, smiling sweetly at her until she turned back around.

That’s when Chris stepped into my space. “She ain't any of your concern,” he said.

“Really? Are we actually gonna have this discussion?”

“I'm just letting you know that we’ve been seeing each other over the past couple of months, and I don't want you involved.” Chris looked up at me and then over my shoulder at Emerson, licking his lips. “She is a damn good lay too.” He smirked. “Can't wait to get in that again tonight.”

“Funny she had never mentioned you.” I stepped into his chest. I shouldn't have even worried about what he was saying. I knew better. But I also wasn't going to let some jerk talk about her like that. “If you knew her as well as you say you do, you would know she is a very private person, enjoys her alone time, and would never appreciate anyone talking about her in such a way.” I wanted to throttle him. If he was sleeping with her, then I didn't want to make a fool of myself, but I also didn't want to give away where she lived either if he didn’t know... and my gut told me he didn’t know. I moved a little closer and got in his face. “The best thing for you to do is to never talk about her the way you just did to anybody.” I shoved him, and he came back at me.

“And the best thing for you to do is not touch what is mine.” He pushed off of me and walked away. “I mean it.” He turned back and hit himself in the chest with his fist.