Fake Marriage Box Set

“Dude,” I complained as he downed what was left of the milk. “Use a glass. Savage.”

“There wasn't that much left. Why the hell is that pineapple so hot?”

“It's a spin on Bang Bang shrimp. I make it all the time.” I smiled at him. It really wasn't that hot, but it was spicy. “Maybe if you kept your fingers to yourself, you wouldn't have fire mouth right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, the grill is ready, by the way.”

I gathered the food and took it out to the back porch and started the kabobs. They were nearly done when I felt hands travel around my middle while I was facing the grill.

“Hey, handsome.”

I turned and looked down at my girl. I smiled at the thought of calling her mine.

“Hey, beautiful.” I kissed her softly. “I kinda missed you.”

“I just saw you yesterday.”

“Yeah, but you’re usually on your porch when I come home from my run, and you didn’t scream at me at two in the morning.” I smiled and leaned in, kissing her again.

“Well, you are a little annoying.” She smiled.

“Maybe if you slept in the same bed, you would both stay there longer,” Ryan piped in from his seat. “Heyyyyyy, Emmy.” He smiled.

“Hey, Ryan.” She leaned her head back and smiled at him. “I’m going to go grab my stuff. I just wanted to say hi. It smells amazing.” I watched her walk away. She high-fived Ryan as she passed by him.

“You are one lucky mother fucker, and you're welcome,” Ryan said softly. He didn't look at me; he was still looking toward Emmy. “Be glad I love ya, brother. That girl is a keeper.”

“Thanks.” I smirked. “Really, thank you.”

He grunted back, and I laughed. “It's a good thing I don't mind being a third wheel.” He stretched his arms over his head then stood, walking over to me. I handed him the plate of cooked kabobs, and he turned, walking into the house. I turned the grill off and followed him. He was already covering his plate with slaw and reached over and grabbed a couple of the kabobs.

“Is smells wonderful in here,” Emerson said as she came from the front door.

“Don't let it fool you.” Ryan sat down at the table.

She took the plate I handed her, and I watched her eat and smiled to myself every time she rolled her eyes back enjoying the shrimp.

“God this is so good!” Her bright smile made my lips pull up at the edges.

“He’s a pretty good cook. It's why I've been hi

s friend forever. Wait till you taste his gravy. You could cover a flip flop with it, and it would be delicious,” Ryan deadpanned. We all broke out in giggles.

She pushed away from the table and went about cleaning up the kitchen.

“I can get that,” I told her.

“You cook, I clean. It was the way Rachel and I always did it.” She dipped the empty slaw bowl under the stream of water and then added a little soap.

“There's a dishwasher.” I pointed behind her.

She shook her head and continued to hand wash the few dishes that were around the sink. “I can wash them as fast as I can load them.” She smiled over her shoulder and lifted the water nozzle discreetly and sprayed Ryan as he walked by to grab a beer from the fridge.

“That was totally uncalled for.” Ryan stood with the water dripping off his face.

“That was payback for tickling me.”

“Are we even now?” he asked.