Page 24 of Holding You
He chuckles, which in turn leads me to roll my eyes.
Are my choices the most mature? Not exactly. But being near him brings out this side of me, and it’s uncontrollable. And I’m a little on edge from my conversation with Colt.
“Hey, so the kids want another dinner game night rematch,” Declan changes the subject.
“Oh, you two have dinner game nights?” Mrs. Whittaker pops up out of nowhere.
“No, no,” I say quickly at the same time Declan says, “Not that way, no.”
“Oooh.” She shrugs with a grin I have seen more times than I’d like to admit on her face. “It just sounds like you two are playing house.”
“Playing house?” I repeat, mortified.
“How did dinner and a game night become playing house?” Declan crosses his arms and pins the old lady with a look.
It’s actually quite comical how serious he looks right now, but still, I’d like to know the answer as well.
“Oh, well, I …”
“Mm-hmm, this is how rumors get started, Mrs. Whittaker.” Declan shakes his finger at her, and she bows her head, looking a little embarrassed. “Ruby and I don’t need anyone thinking we are more than we are.”
“Which is …” the old lady asks, and I laugh.
She doesn’t even try to hide how nosey she is.
“Nothing,” I answer.
“Friends,” Declan says at the same time.
I snap a glare at him.
“Okay. If you say so.” Mrs. Whittaker pats his shoulder and keeps walking.
What happened to her cart?
“Please don’t tell people we are friends,” I groan.
“Why not? Would it be so bad?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why do you care, Declan?”
Now it’s his turn to shrug as he pretends to be fascinated with the marshmallows on the shelf in front of him.
“I … um, I think youcouldbe cool,” he finally says.
“Couldbe?”
He turns to me now with a grin.
“Yes.Couldbe. I mean, you do think I’m funny.”
“Do I?”
He points at my face. “Well, you are smiling.”
