Page 27 of Our Broken Pieces
My eyes snap to him. “Really?”
He blows out a ragged breath. “Yeah.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually agree to it.”
He sits up in his seat, eyes filled with worry. “You can’t back out already.”
“I’m not backing out. Don’t worry, prince.”
“Good.”
“So, we’re getting married?”
He nods slowly, turning to look in my eyes. “Yeah, I guess so.”
I smile and place my hand on his thigh. We both pause as I do it. I’ve never touched his thigh before. Just like the rest of him, it’s solid beneath my touch. He looks down at where my handrests, and I retract it. “We’ll need to work on PDA to make this believable.”
He returns my smile and shakes his head. “We’ll have a lot more than just PDA to work on to make this believable.”
“I have faith we can do it.”
My phone vibrates on the bar top, and I look down to see Melonie’s face on my screen. I bypass all the missed notifications from the past three hours. I answer the call, “Mel-bell!”
“Uh, G?”
“Yes, ma’am, Gigi front and present.”
“Are you drunk? You’ve never called me Mel-bell.”
I rub my nose. Nope, I can’t feel it. “Maybe just a little bit.”
“Where are you? You haven’t answered my texts.”
I glance at Marcus beside me, who has his third whiskey neat in front of him. “I’m at a certified tavern with prince.”
“May I speak with him, please?”
“Of course!”
I turn to Marcus, shoving the phone in his face. “Mel-bell for Marcus.”
He takes the phone. “Hi, Melonie.” How does he sound so sober?
He looks at me, grinning. “Yeah, she’s drunk.”
There’s a pause. “Linc doesn’t need to drive us home. We’ll order a car.”
His curls shift as he shakes his head. His fingers playing with his coaster. “Melonie, tell Linc to stay home.”
He sighs, his forearm flexing each time he picks at the side of the paper coaster. His forearms are what I think a Greek God’s would look like. Thick, tan, one of them covered in tattoos. I scan his face, his dark eyes sparkling. I love it when his eyes sparkle. The scruff along his jawline has gotten thicker as the day has gone on. He’s so handsome and doesn’t even know it.
And he’s going to be my husband. Fuck yes.
“Okay, I will, don’t worry. Give Mills a hug for me. Okay, bye.”
He hands me my phone back. “Linc is on his way to pick us up.”
“We have to go home?”
