Page 41 of Indulge
He grunts, pouring his own coffee.
“Over with?” he questions.
“Yeah. You wanted to discuss the rules?”
He hands me my coffee and swipes up his, taking a slow sip.
“Our wedding will be set for just over a month's time. At our local church here. Small ceremony."
“Are my brothers coming?” I cut in and ask.
“Yes.”
I nod along, drinking my bitter coffee.
“Fine with me. What else? I need something to do; I can’t just bake cookies all day. I’m useful, I did my brother's finances and investments.”
“Hmm. Yeah, let me talk to the Quinns. Might be good to get you on board with that.”
I tap my pink nail on the marble counter.
“Now, I also need to go make some friends. I need a social life outside of this house.”
He grunts. “Friends?”
“Yeah? You have them, right?” I snap back.
“You mean friends or a fuck?”
I roll my eyes and his jaw twitches. So I simply shrug.
“Depends. I know the rules; can’t be here. I know, I know. But I actually meant a friend. Do any of yours have wives?”
“I’ll speak to them, make you some friends,” he says with a half grin.
“Cool. Thanks, I guess.” I blow out a breath.
He’s so reserved with me, like he’s calculating every next word.
“Anything else you want to talk to me about?” I ask. I give him bait. Something to go off of.
He runs a hand through his hair. Staring at me in a way that heats my core.
“I’ll be away for work tomorrow all day. I’ll be home for dinner though, maybe we could have it together?”
My heart picks up. He’s giving me crumbs, and I’m eating them up. This is not like me. But, I’ve seen the giant wall he has up, and I wanna crush it.
“How marital of us.” I wink and pick up the plate of cookies and start toward the connecting door.
“Where are you going?” Reggie’s voice cuts through the room, deep and flat.
I freeze mid-step, plate in hand. “To give Rowan his share. I told him I’d bring him some, remember?”
“You don’t need to.”
I turn, frowning. “Why not?”
“Because he doesn’t need anything from you.”
