“Oh, my God!” he groaned. “This is just like you, nitpicking over things that don’t matter.”
I would have kept arguing with him, but it was just pointless. That, and my bride was still standing over by the truck. Shoving to my feet, I headed over to her, wondering why the hell she was acting so strange. It was not like her at all.
“Babe, what’s?—”
But the rest of the words never left my lips because as I got closer, I noticed a second figure in the truck.
A male figure.
My temper spiked before logic could kick in and remind me that under no circumstances would Blake bring another man around me and rub it in my face.
“Who the fuck is he?”
“That’s sort of the surprise,” she chuckled, tipping back on her heels.
“You brought another man as a surprise?” I barked out a laugh. “Wow, that’s very generous of you. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll surprise you with another woman!”
“It’s not like that,” she argued.
“Really? Then what the fuck is it like?” I snarled.
The passenger door swung open and a kid—not an adult male—stepped out and slammed the door. It took me a minute to realize who it was, and when I did, confusion slammed into me.
“Um…what the fuck is this?”
I heard my brother approach from behind. His soft chuckle sent prickles of anger down my spine, but it was the kid standing in front of me that really grated on my nerves.
“I agreed to take Wesley under my care.”
So many questions pummeled me at once, but there was one in particular that was really picking at me. “We just got married.”
Okay, it wasn’t really a question. In fact, it was just a statement. One that I thought was pretty damn self-explanatory.
“Yes, I was there. I remember.”
And yet, I stood there, staring at her like she would get the idea of the insanity racing through my brain if only she tried a little harder to figure it out.
And then that damn eyebrow quirked at me, challenging me to say something—anything that might light the fuse on her temper.
So, I did what any normal husband would do. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and I stayed quiet for all of three damn seconds.
“And just what the fuck were you thinking?”
“Ooh, not good,” Jeff hissed.
“I was thinking that he would end up in juvie if someone didn’t help him out.”
“Didn’t fucking need your help,” the kid sneered.
“Watch it,” I snapped. “That’s my wife you’re talking to.”
The kid rolled his eyes at me. He had absolutely no fucking respect for anyone, and this was the kid my wife chose to act as her puppy.
“How about we talk about this later?” she said, the pointed look on her face telling me to back down.
“Sure. We’ll talk about it in the privacy of our tiny home! No one would overhear us there. By the way, where is the kid supposed to sleep? Are we gonna slap a mattress on the roof? Or maybe we could have him sleep on the cement pad if we ever get the house back to the original location we put it.”
She opened her mouth, but I wasn’t done being a jackass.
