Page 51 of Kings Fear No One
On the fifth night, he stops at the foot of the bed and sighs. “What’re you gonna do once it’s annulled? Sleep with a teddy bear?”
“Maybe,” I answer, smirking. “I could have a life-sized teddy bear of you specially made.”
The instant crease in his brow earns a quick giggle out of me.
“Only kidding, Logan Cutler. You can take the stick out of your behind.”
“You mean ass?”
“Same thing.”
“No drinking. No cursing. Is there anything you do for fun?” He pulls back the covers on the bed, his broad, tattooed chest on display. He tends to sleep in his boxers, though he’s hinted at sleeping in the buff when I’m not around. “Don’t tell me you read the Bible.”
“I do,” I say, then hurry to clarify. “There’s nothing wrong with reading the Bible. It’s a perfectly fine past time.”
He snorts. “Sure sounds like it.”
“I like cooking… and baking… and knitting.”
“What are you, sixty-five?”
I realize I’ve started trailing behind him as he readies the room for bedtime. As he dims the lights and turns up the air conditioning, I’m following, racking my brain for any cool hobbies.
Something that would impress a rebellious biker like him.
“I… uh… I’ve got nothing. Alright, fine! So I’m a sixty-year-old trapped in the body of a twenty-year-old! I’m not very spontaneous and I don’t do crazy things. Don’t blame me, blame growing up in a place like Boulder!”
Logan’s broken out in gruff laughter. The deepest, longest laugh I’ve ever heard out of him. It convulses through him ’til he tips his head back in laughter and wipes at his eyes afterward. I’d be more amused if the joke wasn’t lost on me.
I stomp my foot. “Are you going to tell me what’s so funny?”
“Ain’t it obvious? You.” His pinches at the apple of my cheek. “I’ve got to give it to you. You sure know how to be downright fucking adorable. Must be why I also find you so downright fucking irritating.”
My hands come to my waist, recognizing his biting humor. “Anyone ever tell you that’s not how you compliment a woman?”
“It is in my world.” He lays back on his side of the bed, his arm curled under his head. “In my world, a woman’s either a groupie or an old lady. There’re no candlelit dinners and there damn sure ain’t no roses. If you can’t cut it, then it’s onto the next one. Still want to be married?”
I roll my eyes and then crawl onto the bed beside him. While he’s only in his boxer briefs, I’m in a satin negligee. One of my purchases when I went shopping with Sydney and Korine. I bought it because I wanted to be more enticing. I wanted my husband to see me wearing it.
So far, Logan hasn’t so much as touched me.
But I’ve caught his wandering eye. His glances at my chest and thighs when he thinks I’m not paying attention.
Now is one of those times as I climb onto the bed—my negligee rides up and Logan catches a quick peek of my panties. He immediately looks away, his expression tensing up.
I settle in place beside him, pretending not to notice. “I still want to be married.”
“Seriously?”
“You’re the husband I’ve been given,” I say earnestly, shrugging. “I figure God works in mysterious ways. I’m with you for a reason.”
He barks out an incredulous laugh. “Sure you are. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Maybe not. But soon.”
“You shouldn’t,” he says, reaching for the bedside lamp. “A girl like you should want better.”
The light goes out, leaving us in the dark. Logan rolls onto his side so that his back faces me. He’ll be out any moment.
