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“That’s no excuse.”

She simply stared at him and felt her anger returning. “You’re being unreasonable.”

“How would you feel if I told you that one of my exes wants to be friends?”

“I would say good for her. And David is not my ex.”

“Close enough. What the hell does he hope to achieve? You turned his proposal down and I am assuming he knows we are living together. This is a man who wanted to get you into the sack and suddenly he is willing to settle for friendship?” He scoffed.

“So, what you’re saying is that a man and a woman cannot be just friends. Michael and I are friends.”

He merely lifted his brows and pissed her off more.

“Okay fine. Michael is not a very good example. I don’t need you to tell me who I can or cannot see.”

“I am not telling you any of that. The guy wants to get into your pants and is using friendship as an excuse.” He stirred honey into the steaming liquid and handed her the cup. “Why you cannot see that, I have no idea.”

Picking up the cup by the handle, she rose. “I’m going into the bedroom.”

“You need to eat. There’s food…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“It’s not about you anymore. You have two more mouths to feed.”

She left the room without responding.

He stood there for a few minutes, his hackles rising. Damn her. They had started an argument this morning and now there was another.

Well, he was not going to stand for it. Reaching for a tray, he put the food in two plates and added napkins and utensils, before marching into the bedroom. She was already undressed and was wearing a loose robe.

Her feet were curled under her, and she was sitting on the sofa, facing the closet and could see the purchases that had been sent over from Romano’s.

“You bought clothes.”

“Yes.” He placed the tray on the table in front of her. “And if you’re going to bitch about that as well, I’m going to take myself off and go for a run. You need those clothes. Monique said that they are from their new multiples line, whatever the hell that means. And they are multifunctional. Meaning they can be worn…”

“I know what that means.” She eyed him over the rim of the cup. “You’re an extremely difficult man and very stubborn.”

“I could say the same about you.” He sat next to her and studied her face. “Is the fight over?”

“For now. I happen to be hungry.”

“Good.” Taking off his plate, he placed the tray over her lap. “Look, I am jealous and that’s a new thing for me. I’m not used to it.”

“There is nothing to be jealous about. I happen to be in love with you. Even though I constantly ask myself why.”

“Perhaps because I’m so good in bed?” His charming smile had her melting.

“I am serious Bobby. You cannot expect to just take charge of every single area of my life. I must have a say in the decisions too.”

“I still don’t like the idea of you driving.”

“You are willing to inconvenience yourself every single day?”

Taking the cup from her, he handed her the fork. “I feel guilty because I was not there for you. I feel like crap, and I am trying to make up for it.”

Her expression softened and she felt the frustration melting away. Putting the fork down, she took his hand and interlaced their fingers. “I don’t hold it against you.”

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