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breakfast.”
“How about we compromise,” Aric suggested, smirking at my discomfort. “How about we shower while distracting each other? I can’t help but feel I missed out on a prime opportunity last night because we were so distracted.”
“Then what?”
“Then I will make you and Paris breakfast and run into town,” Aric said. “That will give you guys an hour to talk without me watching over you, and it will give me an hour to load up on alcohol and food.”
“You’re being really easy to get along with this morning,” I said.
“I’m easy to get along with every morning,” Aric shot back. “You’re the grumpy one in the morning.”
“I … .” Seriously, how did this conversation get away from me? I want to know about the “thing.”
“Come on, Trouble,” Aric said, patting my bare rear end. “Let’s get to this distracting you promised me. I’ll start the shower.”
One of these days I’m going to figure out exactly how he bamboozled me. Whatever he did, it was a masterful feat. I’m not sure he even realized he was doing it.
8
Eight
“ W here’s Aric ?”
Paris found me sitting on the living room floor studying The Archimage five minutes after Aric left. He warned me about turning my back when Paris was around, gave me a randy kiss, and then winked as he walked out the door. He told me he would probably feel the need for another distraction that night and didn’t give me a backward glance as he strode out.
You would think he was enjoying all of this. Well, other than Paris. He barely spoke to her throughout breakfast and refused to make eye contact. Where she was concerned, he was still angry. Everything else had him smiling, though. It was odd.
It probably had something to do with the “thing.” In an effort to distract myself from obsessing about whatever it was, I decided to focus on the book. Aric dropped it on the coffee table when he left, practically daring Paris to steal it. Part of me wondered whether he wanted her to so he would have a legitimate reason to kill her. That’s crazy, right?
“His father is coming tonight to look at the book,” I said, resting my chin on the table so I could study the leather-bound tome. “Aric ran into town to pick up food and liquor.”
“Is Aric’s father a big drinker?” Paris asked, settling on the floor next to me. She was close enough to give the appearance of friendship, but not close enough to touch me. She was leery.
“I think the alcohol is for Aric,” I said. “We don’t have a lot of stuff around here. We usually drink wine and beer. He mentioned wanting something harder. I told him to get stuff so we could make fruity drinks. He’d better not forget my little umbrellas.”
Paris snorted. “Other than my arrival, things between the two of you seem to be going well.”
“They are,” I said, shifting my eyes to her face without lifting my chin. “We’re happy.”
“Are you sure?” Paris pressed. “You seemed upset when I brought up marriage last night.”
I’d almost forgotten about that. Almost. “Do you want to know the truth?” Even though I was angry with her I missed having a female friend to talk with about girly stuff. It felt like forever since I’d wasted an afternoon gossiping. I missed being able to unload my insecurities on Paris and Kelsey.
Paris nodded. “I always want to hear the truth.”
“I thought he would’ve proposed by now, too,” I admitted.
Paris’ smile was sympathetic. “Why don’t you ask him about it?”
“Don’t you think that’s a little desperate?”
“I think that Aric will do anything to make sure you’re happy,” Paris replied. “If he knew you wanted to get married … .”
“That’s the thing; I’m not sure that I want to get married,” I said. “Okay, that’s not true. I would like to be able to look at him and say, ‘That’s my husband.’ I’m not keen about the idea of a wedding, but I can’t see myself with anyone but
“How about we compromise,” Aric suggested, smirking at my discomfort. “How about we shower while distracting each other? I can’t help but feel I missed out on a prime opportunity last night because we were so distracted.”
“Then what?”
“Then I will make you and Paris breakfast and run into town,” Aric said. “That will give you guys an hour to talk without me watching over you, and it will give me an hour to load up on alcohol and food.”
“You’re being really easy to get along with this morning,” I said.
“I’m easy to get along with every morning,” Aric shot back. “You’re the grumpy one in the morning.”
“I … .” Seriously, how did this conversation get away from me? I want to know about the “thing.”
“Come on, Trouble,” Aric said, patting my bare rear end. “Let’s get to this distracting you promised me. I’ll start the shower.”
One of these days I’m going to figure out exactly how he bamboozled me. Whatever he did, it was a masterful feat. I’m not sure he even realized he was doing it.
8
Eight
“ W here’s Aric ?”
Paris found me sitting on the living room floor studying The Archimage five minutes after Aric left. He warned me about turning my back when Paris was around, gave me a randy kiss, and then winked as he walked out the door. He told me he would probably feel the need for another distraction that night and didn’t give me a backward glance as he strode out.
You would think he was enjoying all of this. Well, other than Paris. He barely spoke to her throughout breakfast and refused to make eye contact. Where she was concerned, he was still angry. Everything else had him smiling, though. It was odd.
It probably had something to do with the “thing.” In an effort to distract myself from obsessing about whatever it was, I decided to focus on the book. Aric dropped it on the coffee table when he left, practically daring Paris to steal it. Part of me wondered whether he wanted her to so he would have a legitimate reason to kill her. That’s crazy, right?
“His father is coming tonight to look at the book,” I said, resting my chin on the table so I could study the leather-bound tome. “Aric ran into town to pick up food and liquor.”
“Is Aric’s father a big drinker?” Paris asked, settling on the floor next to me. She was close enough to give the appearance of friendship, but not close enough to touch me. She was leery.
“I think the alcohol is for Aric,” I said. “We don’t have a lot of stuff around here. We usually drink wine and beer. He mentioned wanting something harder. I told him to get stuff so we could make fruity drinks. He’d better not forget my little umbrellas.”
Paris snorted. “Other than my arrival, things between the two of you seem to be going well.”
“They are,” I said, shifting my eyes to her face without lifting my chin. “We’re happy.”
“Are you sure?” Paris pressed. “You seemed upset when I brought up marriage last night.”
I’d almost forgotten about that. Almost. “Do you want to know the truth?” Even though I was angry with her I missed having a female friend to talk with about girly stuff. It felt like forever since I’d wasted an afternoon gossiping. I missed being able to unload my insecurities on Paris and Kelsey.
Paris nodded. “I always want to hear the truth.”
“I thought he would’ve proposed by now, too,” I admitted.
Paris’ smile was sympathetic. “Why don’t you ask him about it?”
“Don’t you think that’s a little desperate?”
“I think that Aric will do anything to make sure you’re happy,” Paris replied. “If he knew you wanted to get married … .”
“That’s the thing; I’m not sure that I want to get married,” I said. “Okay, that’s not true. I would like to be able to look at him and say, ‘That’s my husband.’ I’m not keen about the idea of a wedding, but I can’t see myself with anyone but
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