"Because, I'm already Mrs. John McBain!"

Everyone was speechless from Evangeline's shocking admission. She felt like a criminal on trial, as one question after another was hurled at her.

"Did you just say you're married?" Clay asked stunned.

"That's what she said," Davis interjected forever the instigator. "And to think, I thought this weekend was going to be boring."

"Oh shut up!"

"What kind of name is McBain" Henry asked suspiciously. "Are you pregnant?"

"No, I'm not pregnant!"

"Is he fine?" Layla demanded, in all seriousness. "Cause we can't have any ugly brothers coming up in here."

"Damn Cookie, this sounds like something I would have done," Marita winked. "I just hope this John is not self-absorbed like Dennis. I mean brother has a lot going for him, but he always loved himself more than you."

"No, he's nothing like Dennis and yes he's fine," Evangeline smiled, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"When did all this happen?" Lisa asked unmasking her anger and silencing everyone. "When we spoke last week, you never mentioned anything about a John McBain!"

"I...I was just waiting for the right time," Evangeline stuttered, wondering how she was going to tell John.

"The right time would have been when you said yes to his marriage proposal!" Lisa shouted storming out of the kitchen.

"Girl, you're in deep shit!" Davis whistled, shaking his head in sympathy. "The last time momma had that look on her face, I was in high school and she had to bail me out of jail for drunken driving. I still have flashbacks from the ass whooping she gave me with that hickory stick."

"I know she's upset right now, but...

Before Evangeline could complete her sentence, Lisa came storming into the kitchen and placed the portable phone in her hand. "Get this John on the phone right now and tell him to get here, with the quickness!" Lisa demanded, daring to be defied. ******************************************************************************

"Her name is Evangeline Williamson."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "This can't be happening!"

"Hey bro, why do you have this constipated look on your face?" Michael wondered. "Do you know something I don't?"

"As a matter of fact I do," John said, taking a long swig of his beer.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," Michael demanded.

"It's just that I know for a fact, that this Evangeline is involved with someone," John slowly replied. "As a matter of fact, it's pretty serious."

Michael stared at John for a minute, then burst into laughter. "That's a good one, bro. You almost had me there," he smiled shaking his head. "Trust me, I have a reliable source who can swear she's not involved with anyone."

"Michael, I'm telling you, she's involved with someone else," John repeated, hoping to keep their secret.

Michael couldn't help but look at John with suspicion. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous," he replied smugly.

"Jealous!" John stated in disbelief. "Why would I be jealous?"

"Because, I've always had a way with the ladies. Admit it bro, you've always been envious of my irresistible charm."

"What did they put in your beer?" John asked sniffing Michael's glass. "Because you are completely delusional, Mikey!" He knew how much his brother hated being called that name. But Michael's smug behavior was starting to annoy him.

"Sticks and stone may break my bones, but Evangeline Williamson shall be mine," Michael said, patting his chest confidently.

"Trust me little brother, that's never going to happen!"

"Is that right, Johnny Mac?"

"Yes, that's right and don't call me Johnny Mac!" he said, trying not to let his Irish temper get the best of him. Unfortunately, Michael always had a way of getting under his skin.

"What makes you so sure?" Michael smirked, poking John in the shoulder.

"Because I am!"

"How?" Michael asked becoming more annoying by the moment and taking another poke

"Because she's my wife!"