Page 206 of Surprisingly Us

“I can be funny,” I protest.

“Okay, you’re a comedian. Now, let’s get you some breakfast.”

“Where’s Rhys?” I ask.

They exchange a glance before retreating to the kitchen. I follow and watch as both busy themselves pulling out ingredients.

“Do you want an omelet?” Ramsey asks. “That’s all I know how to make.”

Sebastian pauses to give him a peck on the cheek, before turning to me. “He’s cute, right?”

I’m about to ask about Rhys again when the front door slams shut, and a moment later I have my answer.

“Why are you out of bed? The doctor instructed you to stay in bed,” is his greeting.

“Did she?” I ask, wondering if maybe I do have a concussion because I don’t recall that information being relayed to me.

He scowls. “Maybe not in so many words, but you need to rest.” His gaze drops to my tiny pink sleep shorts, and when his eyes return to my face, his stare turns molten hot. “Rhys’s orders.”

Rhys’s orders.Hmm. I wonder if that’s an untapped fantasy of mine. Rhys demanding and grumpy. It has potential, that’s for sure.

“One breakfast in bed coming right up!” Ramsey calls cheerfully from his position at the range.

Rhys motions for me to lead the way to my bedroom. Once there, I turn to him. “I don’t have a concussion. The doctor cleared me.”

He shuts the door behind himself. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.” It comes out hesitantly. That four-word combination sounds ominous.

He motions to the bed. “Sit down.”

Somebody is grouchy today. Makes sense when you stay up all night staring at people while they sleep.

I cock an eyebrow at him.Let’s try that again.

“Sorry. Please sit down.”

Better.

I drop to the edge of my bed and watch as he starts to pace in front of me.

He looks nervous. Hesitant. Unsure. If I wasn’t feeling good about this talk before, I’m definitely not now.

My mind starts spinning. What could he want to talk about?

He barely slept last night. Every time he’s looked at me since the hospital, he looks like he’s in pain. And now ‘we need to talk.’

Oh my god. Is he going to break up with me?

That’s what the talk is.

My jaw hits the floor. How dare he kick me when I’m down. Also, I’m in love with him, so that’s going to be a no from me.

“You know what.” I bolt upright. “No. You don’t get to do this.”

“What?” He looks at me in shock.

“You’re scared. That’s fine. But you’re not going to break up with me. No.” I cross my arms in an X, then wave them out to opposite sides. “I’m not allowing it.”

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