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Three FBI agents. One massive amount of trouble.
Logan
sat in the passenger seat of the Buick Enclave and stared out the window. They
could’ve gotten here in a day, but since they’d started out so late, they’d
stopped off in Bristol, Tennessee for the night before heading to their
destination in Nashville. Tessa wanted to see where they would be living before
they headed out to buy clothes.
Malcolm
made a right hand turn and Logan sighed tiredly at the massive gate before
them. “A gated community. What fun,” Logan murmured.
“Full
blown suburbia,” Malcolm replied, but less cheerfully.
They’d
grown up in Washington. Neither was a fan of the suburbs.
“Yep,”
Tessa said with angry sarcasm. “Communities ruled by nosy associations that
have nothing better to do than think of ways to drain your pocket book and steal
your house.”
Both
he and Logan turned to look at her.
“What?”
she asked.
“Where
did that come from?” Malcolm asked.
Her
lips twisted as she turned to look back out the window. “Sorry. My parents
lived in one of these during the financial crisis. The association foreclosed
on their house when they couldn’t pay the dues. I tend to get a little
resentful.”
“It’s
understandable,” Logan said softly.
Tessa
looked at him and smiled slightly. “I’ll try to do better, especially since
we’re going to be living here for a while.”
“Speaking
of that,” Malcolm said as he grabbed the gate card from the console between the
front seats and waved it in front of the computer screen. The gate beeped and
began to slide open. “Let’s go over everything. I’m Malcolm Morningside and
you’re my brother, Logan Morningside.”
“Obviously,”
Logan drawled.
Logan
continued as he followed the GPS instructions to their house. “You’re staying
with us while you finalize your divorce and find a new job. I’ve transferred here
from Miami, but we came early in order to hopefully find a house to buy before my
new job starts in a little over a month.”
“Details,
details,” Logan drawled.
“Hey,
it’s those details that will make this more realistic and hopefully, keep our
behinds from being found.”
“I
know, Mal. I’m just giving you a hard time,” Logan replied.
“Tessa?”
Malcolm asked as he glanced into the rearview mirror.
When
she didn’t answer, Logan turned in his seat to look at her. She sat staring out
the window, lost in thought or possibly admiring the large houses that
overlooked the lake behind it.
“Tess,”
Logan said a little louder.
She
jumped and stared at him in surprise. “Oh. Sorry. I’m Tess Morningside.”
“And
you are?” Malcolm asked, wanting her to continue.
She
sighed. “Why couldn’t I have been your sister? Why do I have to be your wife?”
“Because
for one, we look nothing alike,” Logan reasoned.
“I
could be adopted,” she countered.
“And
for two, a married couple with my brother staying with us sounds more
believable than three siblings. Not to mention the disgusted looks I would get
when the neighbors caught me staring at your ass. Brothers don’t do that,”
Malcolm said.
“Are
you seriously not able to control yourself any better than that?”
“Have
you seen your ass?” Malcolm asked as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
Logan
bit back a smile. “You do have a nice ass, Tess.”
She
crossed her arms and returned to staring out the window. “Both of you need to
grow up.”
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