Fake Marriage Box Set

He pouted a little, drawing a giggle from me. “I was hoping to have you to myself tonight.”

“We’ll have all night after dinner. I promise.” I widened my eyes and did my own pouting because I knew he couldn’t say no when I made that face.

“Alright. You know I do just about any damned thing you ask.”

“That’s why I keep you around,” I said and laughed.

We went inside to shower and change, then took off for Austin in Pete’s truck. I called Jack on the way, telling him we’d meet him around five. We got into the city a little earlier than we’d planned, parking down the street from Murdock’s and walking the rest of the way hand in hand.

It was busier inside than I’d expected, but I’d sent Kasey a text message as we were rolling out of Round Rock, so she’d saved a table for us. She came running over to greet us, looking a little out of sorts from the crowd.

“There’s a big game on today,” she said after she’d hugged us both. “So it’s busier in here than usual. I saved y’all a good table, though.” Pete and I sat down, and she took our drink orders.

“Don’t forget to tip your waitress,” she said, grinning, her light eyes sparkling as we laughed. She turned and hurried away, her short hair flying all over her shoulders and back.

“What are you gonna have?” Pete asked, looking down at his menu.

“The burgers here are great.” I wasn’t even bothering with the menu. I already knew I was getting the double bacon cheeseburger and plenty of greasy fries.

Jack came in right after another waitress brought us our drinks — turned out Kasey wasn’t actually our waitress after all. We waved him over. He was dressed the same way we were, in jeans and a t-shirt, his hair even shorter than it’d been the last time I saw him. One day, he was just going to show up bald.

I stood to give him a hug. “You keep cutting your damned hair!”

He smiled at me and then reached to shake Pete’s hand. “Good to see you again, man.” He sat down across from us. The waitress came back to take our food orders. All three of us got a different kind of burger.

“You have to give me some dirt on this girl,” Pete said to Jack, smiling so I could see he meant it. “She seems too good to be true. There must be some skeletons hiding somewhere.”

I slapped his arm and turned to Jack, not able to keep back my grin. “Don’t you dare tell him a damned thing!”

He laughed, his dark eyes jumping from Pete to me. “There’s not much dirt to tell. Most of the trouble we got into growing up was my fault.”

“Except that time in the library,” I said, lifting my eyebrows.

“Oh, shit, that was your fault!” he said, and we both laughed hard enough to start tears running down our faces.

“What happened in the library?” Pete asked, grinning, too.

“Oh my God. We had detention for weeks. I thought Daddy was gonna tan my hide,” Jack said, shaking his blond head. “You tell it, Em.”

I looked at Pete. “Jack was in the library studying when I came looking for him in between periods. He had study hall in there before lunch, and I had some stupid thing I needed to ask him.”

“You wanted to know if I was sitting outside in the quad or in the cafeteria for lunch,” he piped up.

“That’s right! Because you changed your mind every damned day on that.”

“She got mad when I wouldn’t answer her right away,” he continued, glancing over at Pete, who was still smiling and waiting for the punch line. “She grabbed my book and made me come after her to get it.”

I covered my mouth to keep the laughter in, tears streaming from my eyes as my shoulders shook.

“I jumped for her, and she moved out of the way all quick like, only I tripped at the same time and went hurtling into the bookcase, knocking it clean over, sending books flying everywhere.”

I was losing it at this point, bent over my lap and laughing so hard my stomach was in knots. I could see him on the ground on top of that bookcase, which had hit the next bookcase, knocking it over, too.

“Three more bookcases fell after that one. The library was in shambles, and the two of us were the only ones back there.”

I sat up, wiping my face, trying to calm down enough to speak. “You should’ve seen your fa

ce, Jack, lying on that damned bookcase. I couldn’t move! I never saw so many books in my life.”