Page 32 of Our Broken Pieces
“Yes, sir. Have a good day.”
He freezes in his tracks, looking at me with piercing eyes. “I don’t mind prince, but don’t call me sir.”
I grip my coffee cup and my pulse picks up. “You got it, prince.”
“Bye, princess.”
He walks out the door, and I release my breath. Mental note, no use of ‘sir’ in this house.
Chapter Twenty
Marcus
My work day went by painlessly. I volunteered to run down to the Providence office to review some contracts and do a few new hire follow-ups. While I don’t care for the drive, it’s nice to be out of my box for half the day.
I pull into the garage at the house and turn off the truck. I sit for a moment, collecting my thoughts before I head inside. We’re going to talk about our plan to fool my father (and hopefully everyone else). I still have my doubts about it, but Gigi seems like she’s all in. Linc’s words repeat in my mind from yesterday. No feelings. Keep my dick in my pants. I know he’s protective of Gigi with her being his partner’s best friend, but I would hope he had more faith in me than that. I take a deep breath, jump out of the truck, and walk inside.
I place my keys on the hook of the wall of the mudroom and throw my bag down in a chair at the table. I stop in the kitchen to pour a healthy dose of whiskey and walk into the living room. Gigi is curled up on her side of the couch with a book in her hands.
“Hey, prince! How was your day?”
“Hey, princess. It was good. Yours?”
She sets her book down on the end table. “It was good. Relaxing.”
I nod, sitting down. I unbutton my top button and the cuffs of my shirtsleeve and roll them up. It sends vibrant memories through my mind, but I push them aside. I only need to get comfortable.
I turn to Gigi. “Want to order dinner?”
“Sure, you pick.”
I bring up the delivery app on my phone and order from our favorite sushi place.
“Food ordered. Let me grab my laptop.”
“Laptop?”
“We’re going to hash out our plan, and I want everything documented.”
“So official.”
I ignore her comment and trek upstairs. I decide to change out of my work clothes, swapping for joggers and a t-shirt. I pick up my laptop from my desk in the corner of my room and return to the couch. Gigi perks up, crossing her legs and eyes sparkling.
“Okay, Operation Ball and Chain.”
“Uh, what?”
“We need a name for this mission.”
“I swear, you and Linc share a brain cell.”
“What do we need to figure out?”
I rub the five o’clock shadow on my jaw. “A lot of things. We need a backstory, a timeline, legal, finances, and what our exitplan will be. We need to be on the same page about everything so our stories are cohesive.”
She settles in, a determined look in her green eyes. “Backstory is easy. We’ve known each other for two years.” She brings a hand to her chest dramatically. “You pined after me the entire time, watching me date a complete douchebag, just praying for us to break up so you could finally swoop in and make your move.”
“I don’t pine after women.” I lift my whiskey to my mouth.
