Page 29 of There Are No Words

“True. So everything’s going well?”

She swayed her head back and forth and set the fork down. “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“The bartender can’t make it, which means I have to find another one. Only, at this late in the game, all the good ones are probably booked.”

Was she serious? She was staring at a bartender. All she had to do was ask. She’d never do that, though, and we both knew it. So instead, I offered, “I’ll do it.”

“No,” she deadpanned.

I crossed my arms and cocked a brow. “Why not?” I didn’t need to ask that technically because if her not asking for my help with this pregnancy or baby was any indication, then I had my answer. Allegra didn’t like to get help. Or let people in, which was just as bad.

“Because I didn’t ask you to,” she answered in a clipped tone.

“That’s why I’m offering.” Didn’t she see the distinction?

“I’ll figure something else out. I don’t need your help.”

Clearly this was going to go on. She was bull-headed, that was for sure.

My jaw clenched. “Fine. You don’t need my help.”

“Good.” Her eyes were intent on mine.

“But I’m still doing it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

I uncrossed my arms. “Allegra, stop being stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn.”

“What is it with you? It’s like you refuse to ask for help.”

“Because I don’t need it.”

“Then help me, okay? Because I don’t like being shot down, so you’ll be helping me by agreeing to let me be your bartender.”

“A bruised ego? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Guess so.”

“Sure,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I give. You can be our bartender.”

I grinned like a cocky bastard. “You know, it’s funny because when we were sleeping together, you had no problem asking for my help to get you to orgasm. Then again when you wanted me to keep on going, so you could milk it for everything it was.”

I enjoyed the way her cheeks turned crimson the more I talked about our one-night stand.

She bit the corner of her lip. “You done?”

“Almost.”

She cleared her throat, got up, and went to the fridge.

I knew she was just looking for a distraction. “Tell me, how wet did that just make you?” I pushed.

She turned back to me and shot me a dirty look. Only it didn’t work on me because I saw it as cute. Although, I didn’t think she’d want to hear that at this exact moment.

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