THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 102

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Outnumbered

Kristen

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“Really, Mr. Falcon, you don’t have to carry me,” I protested weakly. I gripped his neck tightly as he

carried me down the stairs.

It was a lie. I kind of did need him to carry me. I could barely manage to get myself back and forth

to the bathroom on the crutches. Navigating the stairs was probably beyond me. Maybe if I sat on

my butt and slid down the steps one at a time…

And if I was really being honest, I kind of liked the way he just swooped in and took charge. Forget

all that nonsense about toxic masculinity, there was something very sexy about a man who was

perfectly comfortable with his own strength. And his arms felt really good around me. Both gentle and secure and, oh, those biceps were more defined when he was carrying something heavy…

namely, me.

I felt like a giddy teenager.

He set me carefully in the padded dining room chair. Joy was already chattering at me about what they had done at the park, while Alex gnawed on an apple, making odd marks with his missing teeth. He stopped to grin at me. “Hi Mrs Jackson, are you feeling better?”

“Um, yes, thank you,” another lie. But why burden a child with the fact that my ankle was throbbing like a bomb that was about to explode. “You can just call me Kristen, Alex.”

He nodded and gave Joy a funny look. She just stuck her tongue out at him. I dismissed it as an inside joke between the kids.

Once we were all seated at the table, the housekeeper began to load the table with a massive amount of food. It was like an entire buffet was spread out down the center of the table, with lots and lots of meat. There was a platter of cold cuts and sliced cheese, a platter of chicken wings, a platter of sausages, a platter of burger sliders. I thought for sure it was more food than two adults and two children could possibly eat, but then Ezra and Alex started heaping food on their plates.

“Help yourself,” Ezra said, tearing into a chicken wing. How had I never noticed how very sharp his teeth were? “We are very informal most of the time.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said weakly. I was still stuffed from the gargantuan breakfast the housekeeper had served me. I took one of the soft, warm rolls and some of the cold cuts and cheese and

started to make me a small sandwich.

Across the table, I watched Alex add a pile of chicken wings to Joy’s plate, even though she already had two little cheese burgers and some pasta salad. “You need to eat more,” Alex said,

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adding a sausage to the pile. “So you grow up big and strong.”

“He’s right,” Ezra agreed. “You need to eat more.” He also added a sausage to my plate.

“Thank you,” I said, blushing. “But not all of us are blessed with the metabolism of a high-powered.

sports car.”

“Oh? What kind of metabolism do you have?” Ezra asked, looking mildly amused.

“A scooter,” I said wryly. “Maybe a Moped.”

He laughed. Oh my word, when that man laughed something in side me melted… and sent liquid

heat straight between my thighs. It was so potent it was embarrassing. Which reminded me…

“Ezra, I really appreciate your care and hospitality, but I think I would be more comfortable in my

own home. I’d really like to get a bath and

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