Sixteen
Marcus
“Excuse me, you’re what?”
Evelyn’s sharp tone drew my thoughts from the conversation I’d just had with Blaine—and that I’d need to have with the twins. Her pretty face was screwed up in shock and her skin was looking pinker than usual.
“Hmm?”
“You’re marrying me?” she said, her voice hiking up at the end.
“Yes.”
The light pink in her cheeks turned dark and splotchy. “I don’t recall that being part of the deal we made.”
“No.”
Her green eyes narrowed. “You can’t change the rules like that.”
I frowned at her irate expression. “It’s got nothing to do with our deal. I’m not changing the terms.”
“I’m not marrying you!” she hissed.
“Yes, you are.”
“You can’t f*****g force me to marry you. What’s wrong with you?” she screeched, opting for the higher part of her voice’s
