All Chapters of Fell For My Ex's Brother In Law: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marcus hesitates outside his mother's office, wondering if he really should open this can of worms. Jeanette has not been particularly approving of Evelyn until very recently, after his father's poisoning. He knows that she values Evelyn as a doctor, but perhaps she will feel differently if she knows that her son just proposed to the woman. Marcus bites his lip, reconsidering. "Marcus, are you going to stand out there all day, or are you going to come in?" Jeanette calls from inside. "I

"When's the last time you took a day off?" the Alpha asks me as I note his blood pressure down in my chart. I look up at him, surprised. "Well, I don't know," I say. "Never, I guess. But I've only been working here a few months, Emmett. In most jobs, that's not enough time to even build up vacation days, much less have had time to take them." "Well, this isn't most other jobs," the Alpha points out, rolling down his shirt sleeve. "For many reasons, not least of which is that you've alrea

"Absolutely not.""But, Kent –""Nicole, we had a deal! We need you here, to be available in case anything happens to one of us again. I mean, my god, Brady is still upstairs recovering! Who is going to look after him? And we've had multiple near misses this past week alone - we just talked about this!""Kent, I'm sorry, and we can figure something out! Brady could get an in-home nurse –""Who will start to ask questions, no doubt?""We could find someone who –""And even if I wasn't worried about Brady, which I am, what about the rest of us? What if Torsten gets shot and there's no one to help in the middle of the night, because you're off playing house with your new boyfriend?""Kent, that's unfair."Kent takes a deep breath, rubs his face. We're sitting at my kitchen table, our cheerful surroundings contrasting sharply with the seriousness of our conversation. I was too jittery for coffee when I got back home this morning, so steaming mugs of chamomile tea sit in front of us, inste

"I don't understand why everyone else gets to have all the fun," Andrea grumbles. "I always miss the good stuff." "The good stuff?" I squeak. "Andrea, I had to brain a man with a lamp. I thought Brady and I were going to get murdered in our beds!" "Exactly," she responds over her shoulder from where she's poking at an outlet on the wall. "The good stuff." 

"Today's the day, Else," Daisy says, pinning her hair up in a messy bun and shimmying as best she can into the lightest, breeziest sundress she owns. It's a cheerful, billowing yellow, scattered over with white polka dots. Damn, but the third trimester is uncomfortable as hell. Daisy has never felt so hot and unwieldy in all her life. Everything seems to stick to her skin, and she can't seem to drink enough ice water to slow down the constant drip-drip-drip of sweat down her neck and small of her back.