Page 84 of Married to Number 22
I have to believe it will be eventually and not never.
Otherwise…no.I can’t think about what might happen to this girl if it’snever.
Still, for today, I know that flicker is likely all I’m going to get. She’s a tough cookie and I’ve barely scratched the surface of her and?—
“You got married?”
I jerk, nearly drop my book.
Then look up at her. She’s staring at my ring. “Yes,” I say softly. “A few weeks back.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
That’s because I didn’t.
“His name is Aiden,” I tell her instead of that. “He plays for the Grizzlies.”
Nothing. Her face is a blank mask.
“The NHL team.”
A long pause. “I know.”
Right. Okay then. “Do you want to see a picture of him?”
I don’t mind staring at that gorgeous face of him and maybe sharing this piece of me will get her to share in return.
“No.”
The word is spoken tersely enough that I immediately change tactics.
No boy talk. Got it.
“Okay,” I say easily. “How’s school going?”
“Same as always. Teachers are dicks sometimes. Kids are assholes.” She scowls. “But I like my history class.”
My lips quirk. “What’s different about history compared to the others?”
Suspicion in her eyes, but when I don’t press her further, she gives me a little something. “He doesn’t just make us memorize shit. He tells stories, and they’re interesting sometimes.”
Interesting…sometimes.
My lips twitch again.
“What type of history is it?” I ask. “U.S. History? Or World History? Or something else I can’t think of because my history teachers were supremely boring and most of the time just made us memorize dates of battles and what general was fighting for what side.”
“That sounds lame.”
“It was.”
I feel like cheering when her mouth turns up, then again when she gives me a glimpse of her wicked sense of humor. “When was that again?” she teases. “The Stone Age?”
I nudge her foot with mine. “Rude.” A beat. “It was clearly the Bronze Age.”
She laughs.
Fuck, yeah.
