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Jackson sounds like he’s choking. “We’re paying her—she has to do it.”
“I’m not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do,” I snap at the man.
A gentle hand lands on my forearm and I turn to the woman in my bed. “What is it?”
I lower my phone, covering the speaker. “The podcast tomorrow, she wants to interview us both now about our romance.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks pinken. “That’s okay. I guess. I don’t mind. That’s what I’m here for, right?”
I frown. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I’ll be fine,” she says. “This was always the plan.” She gives a small shrug.
I grit my teeth. “All right.” I uncover the speaker and bring it to my mouth. “She’s in.”
“Good,” is all Jackson says before hanging up.
I set the phone on the nightstand. “I can get you out of this if you’re really not comfortable.”
“I’ll be fine,” she insists, burrowing beneath the covers and turning on her side to face me. “It can’t be any worse than your mom asking me today if there were any baby names I liked.”
I cover my face, stifling my groan. “She didn’t.”
Whimsy giggles, the sheets ruffling as she shuffles her feet beneath them. “Oh, she did.”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. But I might have to give her a stern talking to.”
Her laughter is music to my ears. “Again, no you won’t. You’re such a mama’s boy.”
“Me?” I press a hand to my chest.
“Don’t even try to deny it.”
I grin back at her. “I won’t.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m going to sleep now. I’m tired.”
I mime zipping my lips and reach over and turn the light off on my side. I’m tired too.
In the morning, the thin rays of sunlight peeking through the shades rouse me from sleep and it’s a good thing they do, because I’m wrapped around Whimsy like I can’t get close enough. Her head rests on my chest, lips slightly parted as she breathes. I don’t want her to wake like this—to find me holding onto her like she’s a life raft and I’m adrift at sea, so even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I extract myself and get out of bed.
I need to get control of myself.
Soon.
CHAPTER 16
WHIMSY
I stareat my reflection in the mirror, wondering if the baby blue dress is too much or just enough. But I feel pretty in it, so that’s all that really matters to me. I gather my hair up and secure it with a clip, pulling a few shorter front pieces free to frame my face. Swiping a pair of sunglasses from my selection of three different styles, I place them on my head before rifling through my purses. The first time Elias stepped into his closet and saw all my accessories he just shook his head and walked back out.
A girl has to have options, though.
I grab a pair of heels off the shelf and hold them against my dress checking to see how I feel about them.
