The Wrong Mr Right (The Queen's Cove, #2)

by Stephanie Archer

My fists clenched when I thought about him touching her, his hands on her waist or in her hair. I pictured them tangled together in bed and my jaw tensed.

“I was jealous, okay? I’m jealous because he looks at you like he wants to fuck you.” His jaw ticked.

I wanted to murder this guy. This fucking guy who didn’t know what he was doing put his grubby little hands all over my Hannah and made her uncomfortable.

“Is your wife pregnant?” I turned back to the nurse with my mouth hanging open. “Huh?” She repeated the question, slower. Something woke up in my brain. “Um.” I blinked.

Wife. Pregnant. My brain moved slow, like wading through water. I swallowed. Hannah. Wife. Pregnant. The corner of my mouth kicked up. A primal part of my brain liked those words together. “No.” I shook my head at the nurse. “She isn’t.”

“I’m falling for you, bookworm.” He whispered the words against the back of my head in the dark. Alarm spiked in my brain. Those words were all I wanted to hear, so why was my chest tight? “I’m falling for you, too.” I swallowed hard at the half-truth. I wasn’t falling for Wyatt. I was in it. I was in love with him.