Page 24 of Married As Puck
I look down at his legs and murmur, “Bend your knees a little.”
He doesn’t listen to me, so I widen my eyes to make him. He bends his knees, and his height drops by almost half a foot.
I nod. “Perfect. Now stay like that.”
He doesn’t listen as he helps bag the groceries.
In the parking lot, Cameron looks like a paranoid celebrity. He’s glancing around in every direction. Some people follow us out while filming us. I wave at them and grin as Cameron yells at me to get in the car.
On the drive back, it’s silent, even though I’m dying to know what’s going on.
“So––”
“Don’t,” he says sternly, holding that steering wheel tight again.
I blink. “Don’t what?”
He shakes his head.
“I had to get those Reese’s Sticks. It’s not every day that they’re on the shelf in the line. If you’re really that upset, I’ll share.”
“Can you be quiet for more than one minute?”
I scoff, folding my arms across my chest. “You are so rude.”
He scowls.
We get home and unload the groceries. I open up one of my Reese’s Sticks and start eating it. He can’t even look at me.
Whatever. His loss.
I get straight into work while caveman does whatever he does, and for the rest of the night, I don’t see him.
A blessing.
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I wake up the next morning in pure bliss knowing that I have food to cook this morning. I’ll whip up the classic eggs, toast, and bacon. I’ll offer some to caveman, of course.
He rounds the corner while his phone starts ringing from his pocket. Loudly. He stares at me, twisting his tongue with a tense face. He checks the screen and mutters, “Shit.”
He answers.
“Gray,” An angry man’s voice blasts through the receiver. “What the hell is going on? The world thinks you’re married. Married. What’s that about?”
Cameron opens his mouth, but the line goes dead.
A second later, his screen lights up with a text.I’m coming over.
I’m standing so close to him I don’t even have to lean in to read it. My stomach flips.
“What the hell does he mean by that?”
Cameron locks his jaw, slides the phone back into his pocket. “This is your fault.”
“No, hold on.” My hands tremble as I yank my own phone out. After googling his name plus married, it’s there—us. In the middle of the aisle last night, and I holding Cameron’s hand and grinning like a mad woman.
Shit.
