Page 119 of David's Love

David surely doesn’t seem to notice.

Neither does Julie’s aunt.

I think I’m too taken with Julie’s charm, which also reminds me of David.

I need a drink.

I curl my fingers around the long stem of my glass, and David stops me from bringing it to my lips before filling it for me.

“How’s the food?” Miranda asks.

“Mmm… It’s delicious,” I say after sipping wine.

“Save room for dessert,” she says, pushing out of her seat.

“I’ll help you,” Julie tosses at her, following her aunt into the kitchen.

Once we are alone, David slides his hand under the table and cuffs mine.

“Are you good?” he asks.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” I say a bit stiff.

“Something’s wrong.”

The conversation’s slipping, and I have no intention of going there.

Sharing with him how fascinated I am with how he and Julie have things in common is not something I want to get into right now.

But I need to say something.

“Julie is nice. And Miranda is nice, too, but Julie is different than how she is at work.”

“She’s supposed to. She’s my little attack dog,” he jokes.

Maybe that’s what it is.

You know how people who spend too much time together borrow from each other’s features.

Well, it’s mostly husbands and wives.

And it’s usually a decade or so of living together, but what do I know?

I remember when he said his assistant was young.

Almost nineteen or something.

She surely holds her own for a nineteen year old. I could learn a thing or two from her.

I place my hand on his.

“Do you remember when you said you’d teach me about money and stuff?”

His eyebrows slide up, and rightfully so. This came out of nowhere.

“You just thought about that?” he asks.

I smile.

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