Page 26 of Accidental Husband

It's too late though.

A door opens. Footsteps move down the hall.

"Juliette?" Her mom calls. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Mom, just packing."

"I see Griffin's car out front," her mom says.

She mouthsshit.

"Hey, Mrs. King," I say. "How are you?"

Mrs. King pulls the door open. She looks at both of us. Frowns as she takes in Jules's pajamas. "Sweetie, aren't you leaving soon?"

"Yeah, um, Griff is just helping me pack," Jules says.

"Sure." Mrs. King smiles. "It's good to see you, Griffin. Take care of her this weekend."

"Yeah, sure." I return her smile until she disappears into the hallway.

Mrs. King wants me hanging out in Jules's room? Taking care of her? Showing her a good time?

Hell must be frozen right now.

If Mrs. King thinks this is a good idea—

I'm going to have to reconsider some shit.

Chapter Eight

Griffin

"Damn, Juliette, you're dressed to kill." Dean winks and shakes her hand.

Her brow furrows the way it does when she isn't sure how to take something. "Uh, thanks." She smooths her tiny tank top.

He nodssure thing. It's about as earnest as Dean gets. The tattoo artist is technically my boss, but you wouldn't know it from his attitude.

He adopts a laid backI don't give a shit about anything but starting shitpersona. It works for him. He's good at his job, and especially at teaching his apprentice slash girlfriend Chloe.

Said girlfriend smiles and greets Jules with a hug. "You look good."

Jules releases the hug. Her eyes flit to mine.What the hell are they talking about?

I know Dean. He's talking about her tits. He plays it cooler, but he's on Wes's side. Theyou're obviously into Juliette. I better push you two togetherside.

The six foot two former water polo player looks like a Hollister model (well, one covered in ink), but he acts like—

Well, for all I know, Hollister models are always giving people shit, same as Dean.

Chloe is Dean's physical opposite. She's a full foot shorter. Her dark hair is cropped at her chin. She dresses exclusively in black and always wears combat boots. She's half Korean, half Italian, all punk badass.

He's, well, again, the Hollister thing. They're adorable together. And often hot as fuck.

Like right now. They're already all over each other, making out like there's no tomorrow. And who fucking knows? Maybe there isn't a tomorrow.

There are worse ways to spend your time.