Page 43 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

I blew out a breath. Even though I was annoyed at his easy solution, I had to admit it would save Majestic a lot of money in contract labor. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do it. Thank you, Silas,” I added grudgingly.

He tilted his head at me. “You okay?”

I stretched my neck before giving him a nod. Why did it bother me so much that the man had helped us out? “Yeah, fine. Thanks for doing this.”

Foster stared at me from across the desk. He knew me too well to believe the lie that I was okay, but he was a good enough friend not to call me on it in front of Silas.

Silas looked back and forth between me and Foster. I suddenly remembered my husband’s flare of jealousy when he saw Foster kissing my cheek the day he arrived in town, and despite my annoyance, I wanted to soothe him.

I reached over and took Silas’s hand in mine. His eyes widened in surprise. “Thanks for the breakfast sandwich,” I said softly. “But if you keep tossing in a cinnamon roll with it, I’ll have to upgrade from Helios to a bigger horse.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile that reminded me of the smile he gave me every morning when we woke up in my bed. Even after a week, it still gave me stupid flutters in my stomach.

“I’m trying to fatten you up before Eden gets back to town and realizes her mistake.”

Hopefully, Foster’s deep laugh covered my momentary confusion. Even though Silas’s comment had sounded like a joke, I’d seen a flash of what looked like uncertainty behind his eyes.

“Not much chance of that,” Foster said. “Eden’s married to her career at the moment, thank god. Don’t know how we’d land the AdventureSmash deal without her.”

I could tell Silas had no idea what Foster meant by that, but he didn’t ask. Maybe he thought it would reveal how little the two of us knew about each other. The thought made me realize I hadn’t told him that Foster knew the truth about our marriage.

To be fair, Silas and I hadn’t spent much time talking this week. We were either separated by work and other commitments or tearing each other’s clothes off to squeeze as much sexual satisfaction as we could from each other’s bodies. I’d never before been in a purely physical relationship, and I was doing a piss-poor job of remembering we were supposed to be getting to know each other, too.

To keep up our cover, obviously.

My cheeks heated, and I squirmed.

Foster let out a cross between a groan and a chuckle before standing up. “Okay, I don’t know what’s happening here, and I don’t really care. The two of you need to get the hell out so I can get back to work. Thanks for your help, Silas.”

Silas squeezed my hand and yanked me out of the chair. “Anytime.”

I followed him out of the sheriff’s office, throwing a greeting over my shoulder to Cole Keppner, the town dispatcher and Foster’s devoted assistant.

When we made it to the sidewalk, the sun nearly blinded me. I settled my hat on my head to shade my eyes. “That was fast,” I remarked drily. “I expected that meeting to take half the morning.”

“Are you complaining, Mayor Fletcher?”

Silas kept a firm grip on my hand. I noticed two men exit the Mercantile across the street and glance over and take in the picture of their mayor and his husband being casually affectionate in the middle of the sidewalk.

Instead of snatching my hand back in embarrassment, I forced myself to calm down.

“No. I have a lot of work to do today, so I’m happy to get my morning back.”

Silas stepped closer and reached out with his free hand, tilting my chin up so he could frown down at me. “Talk to me, cowboy. Something’s bothering you. Is it work?”

I was tempted to step even closer and take comfort in his arms, which only set my back up even further. Sometimes I felt like I was falling for this perfect husband fantasy as much as the town was.

I was bone-tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in my bed for hours. But I also knew my bed was the last place on earth I could find any rest these days.

“No,” I snapped. “I’m good.”

His forehead crinkled. “You’re a liar is what you are. Are you pissed because I interfered in the traffic thing?”

I inhaled a deep breath, forgetting for a minute exactly what the man’s scent did to me. “No. Of course not.”

He raised one eyebrow.

My breath came out in a whoosh. “Fine. Yes. Yes, I’m pissed. I know your solution is a good one, I appreciate that you took the time to make calls on the town’s behalf, but…” I shook my head. “Can you please leave my job to me?”

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