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“I’d like that.”
Chapter Nineteen
Miles
“She’s a beautiful woman,” Isla said, following me into my office.
“If you’re talking about Stella, yes, she is.” I sat behind my desk.
“I can see why you chose her to be your wife.”
“She’s not only beautiful, but she’s smart.”
“Is she?” Isla’s brow arched.
“She is.” I smirked. “She married me, didn’t she?”
Isla shook her head, walked out of my office, and shut the door.
Stella showing up at my office unannounced didn’t sit well with me. She should have called and told me she was coming. I hated surprises, and maybe I needed to tell her that.
I left the office around eight p.m. When I stepped off the elevator and made my way into the living room, I stopped when I saw her lying on the couch, sleeping, with an open textbook on her chest. Picking up the textbook, I set it on the coffee table. Her eyes opened, and she stared at me.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” I smiled.
“What time is it?” She sat up.
“It’s eight-thirty. I just got home.”
“Shit.” She placed her hand on her forehead. “I don’t remember closing my eyes.”
“You’ve been awfully tired the last week,” I said. “You say you feel okay, but I don’t think you do. Maybe you should go see a doctor.”
“I’m fine, Miles. These two new classes are kicking my ass. That’s all.”
“Did you eat dinner?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“How about I order us a pizza?”
“Okay. That sounds good.” A small smile framed her lips.
I went to my room, called the pizza place, and changed into a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. When the pizza arrived, I set the box down on the island along with the bag of breadsticks and an antipasto salad.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I said, pouring a glass of bourbon.
“And what do you have to tell me, Mr. Bradshaw?” Stella asked with a smirk as she took down two plates from the cabinet.
“First, can I pour you a glass of wine?” I grabbed the bottle.
“Uh, no. I don’t like to drink wine with pizza.”
“Okay. What do you want then?”
“Just a bottle of water is fine.” She smiled. “So, spit it out. What do you have to tell me?” She sat at the table.
“I don’t like surprises. I never have.” I handed her the bottle of water and took my seat across from her.
