“I know.”
She allowed him to pull her forward only because she had no other choice since her arm was still wrapped in his.
A man with a checklist stood to attention at the door. “Good evening.”
“Jayden and Isla Parker,” Jay said.
The man checked the list. “Welcome.” He nodded them in.
“Mr. and Mrs.?” Isla whispered as they entered the building.
“If it makes you feel better, you can pretend you’re my sister.”
“That would make the kiss back there rather strange, would it not?”
“As strange as you flinching at your husband kissing you?”
“Maybe I don’t like public displays of affection.”
“If you say so, wifey.”
“Okay. If we’re married, that means I can tell you what to do.”
“Not if you’remywife you can’t.” She baulked, and he laughed. “You make it so easy for me. I didn’t think I’d enjoy this so much.”
“What, having fun at my expense?”
“No, keeping your mind preoccupied.”
“That sounds like an excuse.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not grateful.”
She would have been angrier with him if he wasn’t right. But being annoyed with him was better than being anxious. “I’d prefer if you could find another way.”
“I’m open to suggestions.”
“What about small talk?”
“I’m not a fan.”
“Me either, but we should try it anyway.”
“I could always kiss you again.”
“No.”
“You don’t have to be so resolute. Small talk it is. It’s nice weather we’re having today.”
“How about telling me if Jayden is your real name? Is that what Jay is short for?”
“Yeah.”
“I like it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t?”