Page 51 of Shameless With Him

“No, she’s not.” Devin laughed. “Though we’re thinking about it soon after the wedding.”

“No shit.”

“No shit.”

“Strange, isn’t it?”

“That somehow Dimitri’s married, Amelia and I are each getting married, and Dimitri’s having a baby? Well, Thea is anyway. When did we all become adults? And I noticed you neatly dodged the question.”

“I didn’t dodge anything, I’m just refusing to answer. That’s not a dodge.”

“I think that’s the definition of a dodge.”

“No, a dodge would be if I didn’t acknowledge the question at all. I acknowledge that it exists, I’m just not giving you an answer.”

“So, something is happening between the two of you?”

“Still not going to answer.” I didn’t want to. Because I didn’t know what was going on between the two of us. Yes, we’d slept together. Yes, I wanted her. But I didn’t know where it was going, and I didn’t want to fuck things up. Plus, I kind of liked it just being the two of us. Even though it would never be only the two of us when it came to our family and friends.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Devin asked, and I frowned.

“What about the fact that I’m not actually telling you anything don’t you get?”

“I just...I don’t want either of you hurt.”

Anger slid up my spine, and I narrowed my eyes. “You saying I’m going to hurt her?”

“No. Jesus Christ, no. You wouldn’t do it intentionally. But you do have a track record with women.”

“Have I ever been an asshole to any of them? Left them wanting something more than I told them I’d give them?”

“No, you’re really upfront about it. But the fact that we’re even talking about this means that you’ve done something with Zoey. Are you guys dating? Talking?”

“Really not any of your fucking business, Devin.”

My brother held up his hands. “I know it’s not. Not technically. Hell, I like you together. I actually think you guys are a good match. I just don’t want either of you to get hurt, like I said before. And not only her. I don’t want you to get hurt either. You’re going through a lot right now. I don’t want it to get worse.”

I let out a sigh and rubbed my hands over my face. “I’m fine. We’re going to figure out what’s wrong with me.” If my doctor ever got back to me, that was. I didn’t mention that, though. “We’ll figure out what meds I need, and along the way, I don’t know… I have no idea what’s going on with me and Zoey. We’re not at that point yet.”

We’d slept together, but we hadn’t really talked about anything more than just seeing what happened. I was usually better about planning my expectations, as well as my dates. Still, with Zoey, it was a little bit harder.

And I didn’t really want to dwell on the why of that.

I brought myself back to the present conversation. “I just don’t understand how you actually think that Zoey and I are up to anything.”

“I saw you at the baby shower. We all did.”

I cursed under my breath. “Great.”

“You never would’ve been able to hide it from us. And I hope to hell that you don’t really want to. She deserves better than that. You deserve more than that.”

Jesus. “I’m figuring it out. Somehow. I’ll see you tonight for dinner, okay? Need me to bring anything?”

“I’m ordering wings, and I’ll have drinks and everything. If you want dessert, though, you can pick some up.”

“Aren’t you married to a baker and a cake decorator?”

“I’m engaged to one, yes. But she’s busy, like I said, and if I asked her for dessert when she’s this busy, I’d get my hand slapped.”

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