Throat dry.
Hands clammy.
I look toward Hardy, who is trying to cut me in half with his eyes, begging me to say something, but I’m fucking lip locked.
Tired.
And I wasn’t ready for this.
I watch Hardy roll his eyes and then turn toward Jude. “She’s in London.”
Jesus Christ!
Is he going to tell him the truth?
“London?” Jude’s brows cinch together. “What the fuck is she doing there? And why didn’t she tell me?”
Great question.
An obvious oversight on our end.
We were so worried about keeping the marriage a secret that we forgot about telling Jude that she was going there for work.
“She’s a bridesmaid,” Hardy says. “In the program.”
“Oh.” His brow knits together. “When did that start?”
“A little bit ago,” I answer, finally finding my voice. “It’s uh, it’s for Sheridan and Archie Wimbach. They needed help, and she stepped up.”
“Oh.” He scratches the top of his head. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
Because I married her.
Because she’s been busy getting on her knees for me.
Because I’m the worst fucking business partner on the face of this earth.
“It happened pretty fast,” I say.
He studies me for a moment and then says, “Weren’t you in London?”
“Yup,” I say, swallowing the lump of nerves that’s forming in my throat. “Uh, just back here to deal with the lawsuit.”
“What lawsuit?”
Fuck, we didn’t even tell him about the lawsuit?
I look at Hardy, who winces. “We, uh, we weren’t saying anything because we didn’t want to worry anyone until we figured out exactly what we were going to do, but our dad finally served us with papers.”
“What?” Jude asks, hands on his hips. “You should have fucking said something.”
“Like Hardy said, we didn’t want to worry anyone,” I say, trying toremain calm. “And like I said, there’s nothing to worry about because the lawsuit is erroneous. I’m going to speak to my father about it and put an end to this feud.”
Jude looks between us, clearly not happy about any of the information he’s received in the last five minutes. “So you came here to deal with the lawsuit and left my sister alone to fend for herself in London?”
Yup.
Because I’m an ass.