Inked Obsession (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,63

said no secrets, and then I didn’t want to pretend that I didn’t know and not bring it up because you said you were going to mention it. And I keep talking really quickly so I’m going to stop now,” Brenna said and then laughed.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I looked to the two Montgomery sisters who were staring at me, mouths gaping wide.

“You and Beckett?” Paige asked, clapping her hands together. “Where? When? What? Give me all the details.” She paused. Considered. “Maybe not all the details. Maybe small details. Little ones. Not crazy things.”

Annabelle’s smile widened. “I knew Beckett went on vacation, but with you? Well, that’s just a crazy coincidence.”

“Apparently, Eli and Lee know the same person. I don’t know. We’re just going to call it a Montgomery thing,” I said, shaking my head. “Not that it was really the Montgomerys who did it, but Beckett said we should.”

“Beckett said we should,” Paige said dreamily.

I waved my finger at her. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Annabelle asked, fluttering her eyelashes. “What happened on this mysterious trip of yours?”

There was no going back now. Not that there ever had been. “I went because my brothers and I realized that I needed time away. Away from my in-laws and everything. Just to be alone on the anniversary of losing Marshall. And, honestly, after losing a lot more than him because things aren’t exactly the way they should be.”

“I’m sorry for that,” Paige whispered.

“Me, too. However, Beckett was there, and we hung out a lot. Our rooms were next to each other. We did lunch and dinner.”

“And each other,” Annabelle added and then put her hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she squeaked.

I blew out a breath. “It just happened. And we might do it again.”

“It?” Paige squealed.

“I mean going on a date. I don’t know.” I looked at Brenna. “Is this weird?”

Brenna frowned, holding up her hands. “Not for me. I don’t know, he seemed befuddled when it came to you. I kind of liked it. He’s not befuddled often when it’s something important.

“Befuddled’s a good word,” I said, rubbing my temples. “I thought we needed to go to the Montgomerys’ for dinner. It’s your mom’s birthday. And, oh my God, I’m going to have to go face your mother knowing that I slept with her son.”

I put my hands over my face, and Brenna started laughing. “Hey, at least you really slept with him and don’t have everybody wondering if you actually slept with him like I do.”

I glanced over at her. “What?”

“Beckett’s mother is a hundred percent sure that I’ve slept with Beckett. I have not. I promise you. I have never slept with Beckett Montgomery. Nor have I wanted to. I mean, there was a time when I had a tiny crush on him. And everybody thought that I loved him madly,” Brenna said, glaring at Annabelle.

Annabelle rolled her eyes. “You had puppy-dog eyes. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I do not love Beckett. He’s my best friend. We have issues. And I have a lot more of my own. However, I’ve never slept with him. You did, though. You and the Montgomery prince.”

“I thought Archer was the prince,” Paige grumbled.

That made me laugh. “Okay. Well, if you know, then the guys probably do, too,” I said to Brenna.

Brenna shrugged. “You’re right about that, even though it is odd, circular reasoning. They were there when Beckett called me.”

“He told you over the phone?” I asked, my eyes wide.

Brenna shook her head. “It’s a long story. But he told me because…no secrets. So, you and Beckett.”

“I don’t know if there is a me and Becket. It just happened. Now, we need to go to dinner and not talk about it again.”

“Okay, so we’re not talking about Beckett. We’re not talking about Marshall. We’re not talking about the love child,” Paige said and winced.

I sighed. “At least, not today. Today’s about your mother.”

“And yummy food,” Paige said. “And all the cheese.”

Annabelle sighed. “I miss cheese.”

“I’ll eat the cheese for you,” Brenna teased and winked.

Annabelle once again flipped her off and grumbled. “I don’t know if I like this solidarity.”

“You love us,” Paige said and pulled her sister to her feet.

“Okay, so we’re going to dinner, we’re going to celebrate your mom’s birthday, and we’re not going to mention that Beckett and I slept together. Or the love child. Not my love child with Beckett, I meant Marshall and what’s her face’s,” I added as the girls looked at me slightly