Page 189 of Beautiful Lies


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Things have finally settled. Maybe even improved.

The restaurant is thriving again, and Isla’s mom says she feels better than she has in years, even after a month in the hospital.

And everything else…

It’s been the best two months of my life.

I feel like a new man. Because of my wife.

She changed everything for me.

Stopping the demolition and giving the restaurant back to her was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

But staying married to the best damn woman in the universe?

That was the real win.

Now my focus is only on the future I want with her.

Dorian steps beside me, swirling his whiskey. “You have that twitchy look again, Knox.”

“I’m fine.”

Levi smirks. “He’s waiting for his wife. You know what that means.”

“Brainless Knox,” Locke concedes.

Some things never change. They love poking at me whenever they can see I’m missing Isla. It’s the only time they can actually call me out—because I’m so goddamn transparent.

“You guys are assholes.” I shoot them a look that should set hair on fire. It only makes them grin wider.

“I think it’s nice,” Adeline cuts in, stepping closer.

I smile at my sister, who’s genuinely trying to rescue me.

“Thanks, Addie.”

“Of course. I think Isla makes you less beastly.”

The smile falls clean off my face as the entire circleeruptswith laughter. Everyone except her—poor thing, she meant it as a compliment.

“What? Stop laughing. Being less beastly is a good thing,” she scolds them, mortified.

Levi slings an arm around her shoulders. “Welcome to the dark side, Padawan. Let’s see howbeastlybig brother gets when he finds out about your new boyfriend.”

My attention snaps to her so fast Levi actually snorts. “What new boyfriend? And there was an old one?” Christ, I’m worse than my father.

Adeline elbows Levi hard in the ribs, making him double over, howling. “Youarean asshole. You promised you wouldn’t tell Knox.”

I’m about to argue when my gaze catches on the beautiful woman walking through the doors.

The words die instantly.

Isla glides into the hall like an angel.

Except… she’s wearing that god-awful clown dress again. And the combat boots.

Dorian leans in. “What did you do this time?”