Page 80 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

“He deserves it,” I said. “The poor man’s got a long day of work today at his real job before he sets it aside for a few days for the exhibition. I want him to know I appreciate his sacrifice.”

The bell over the cafe door jangled just as I paid my sister and took the to-go bag, and Silas himself walked in.

If his face lit up, I told myself it had to have been due to the bag in my hand rather than seeing me… but I took a moment to appreciate it nonetheless.

“I brought you this,” I said stupidly, holding out the bag.

His eyes softened. “For me? I was coming to get you something. I know you have a busy day.”

My stomach flipped happily. “No, I’m having breakfast with Foster, remember?”

Silas’s cheeks flushed. “Oh. Right. You mentioned that before you…”

Swallowed my cock, I finished silently.

Now, both of us were blushing as we remembered the quick sixty-nine in the warm, rumpled sheets before bolting out of bed.

“Left,” I said, clearing my throat. “Yeah.”

“Jesus,” Sheridan muttered. “Next?” She leaned dramatically from side to side to see if there was anyone in line behind Silas. With a huff, she returned to the kitchen.

“Sorry,” I said for no reason. Suddenly, I felt awkward. Things between us had progressed so that now it almost felt like we were married for real when we were behind closed doors, but when we were in public… we were still only pretend married. And it felt… strange and obvious.

I leaned in and kissed him—a chaste peck on the cheek. “Have a good day.” My voice sounded pitchy and nervous, like this was the first time in my life I’d ever wished someone a good day.

Silas studied me for a beat before he leaned in and clasped the back of my head in one large hand, hauling me in for another kiss. This one was real. It took complete ownership of me and left me panting in its absence.

“Right,” he grunted. “Now it’ll be a good day.”

He turned to leave but then stopped and spun back around. “Can we… can we talk about…?” He stopped and cleared his throat before lowering his voice. “I have some papers…”

“Papers?” My stomach twisted. Was Silas implying he wanted to talk about the divorce? Get the paperwork started? Was he really bringing that up here? Now? After that kiss?

He shook his head. “It’s not important. It can keep till after the exhibition. See you later.”

Foster passed him in the doorway and turned to call out a greeting as Silas left. When Silas only responded with a wave of his hand over his shoulder, Foster turned and frowned at me. “What’s going on with him?”

I shrugged and tried not to worry about Silas’s strange mood and the allusion to papers. “Dunno. Busy, I guess. He has a lot to do with his real job back home.”

Foster’s eyes narrowed at me in warning before he furtively looked around. “Back home at your house,” he said loudly.

I realized my slipup. “Yeah, ’course. Anyway, come sit and let’s eat. The AdventureSmash team is meeting me at the office at ten.”

As Foster went over last-minute details, I had a hard time concentrating. Now that the exhibition weekend was here, it meant the end of Silas’s time in Majestic as well. He’d promised to stay until after the three-day event, which meant we had four more days together.

Four days in which I would be running flat out, without a spare minute to spend with him.

“Are you even listening?”

Foster’s words snapped me back into the moment. “Shit, sorry. Yeah. Whatever you think is best.”

His forehead creased. “You okay?” He looked back toward the door, even though Silas had been gone for a while now. “Something going on with the husband?”

Foster knew me too well to believe a lie, so I shrugged.

His frown deepened. “What’s the problem?”

I gritted my teeth and tested the words out loud. “I’m in love with him.”

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