He blinks his eyes hard in disbelief and shakes his head before he smirks and pours syrup over the pancakes. “I married the right woman.”“Damn right you did,” I murmur, picking up two forks and handing him one, digging into my side of the stack as he does his. Christian smirks and considers me for
“All right,” Christian says, unconsciously straightening his shoulders as his face and his voice fall into a much more business-y sort of mode. He reaches for the salt, the pepper, and the sugar, placing all three next to each other on the table, presumably to help illustrate his plans. “Three diffe
I exhale slowly, my head drifting from side to side. “But I have not.”Christian nods, understanding. “I’m good at this,” he says, cupping my cheek with his palm. “And that’s not…hubris, my love. That’s me knowing this world. Again, I’m asking for your trust.”I study my husband for a moment and the
I stare, aghast, at my smiling husband. “Chris!” I shout, leaning forward to smack him on the shoulder. “Don’t look so excited about that, you idiot!”Christian bursts out laughing and leans forward, grabbing me and pulling me out of my chair, into his lap. “What? I can’t get excited at the prospect
Dusk is falling a few hours later when I pull the car up to the beach house and flick off the old-school navigation system, completely separate from the new burner phone Chrisitian gave me and untraceable.I heave a happy little sigh as I pull up to the secret little beach house, pleased to be here.
“Nothing’s going on here,” Nico snaps, turning and heading out the door without another word or look at me. “We’ll be in touch! Don’t leave the property!”“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie calls after Nico before turning to me and rolling his eyes. “He talks to me like I’m eight.”“Well,” I say, crossing my arm
The food, as I knew it would be, is delicious – and Frankie, despite his complaints about being obliged to help me cook, eats every bite and goes back for seconds. I grin as I watch him clean his plate, knowing that he only complained to make me laugh.He’s so good at that, making me laugh. Knowing
Anxiety wells in me because – I mean, he can’t be saying what I think he’s saying, right? No – I’m just thinking that because I’m impossibly vain and selfish.When really – there is another part of Frankie’s history that I’m willfully ignoring – one that apparently went much deeper than just a simpl