Page 72 of Love Arranged
The thought sours whatever little happiness I felt.
I ignore the emotion clogging my throat. “Never expected you to be the kind of guy who likes fresh flowers in his house.”
He shuts the door behind me without answering.
“Where’s the other one?” I ask because I can’t resist.
“Somewhere.”
I roll my eyes at his vague response and step toward the table to remove a few dead leaves, only to stop when he asks, “Do you mind taking off your shoes?”
I look down at my sandaled feet and grimace.
“Floors were cleaned this morning,” he says when I don’t move right away.
With the way it gleams, I’m inclined to believe him, but that’s not my issue. “But my feet get cold.”
“Let me get you some socks.” He heads upstairs and disappears without waiting for me to deny his request.
“Hey!” Willow pops out of a room and heads over to greet me. “Happy you made it.” She pulls me into a hug.
“Anything sounded better than hanging out with my family today.”
She winces. “How’s that going?”
“About as good as expected.”
“Should I bring out the wine?”
“Uh…”
Willow laughs.
“No wine,” Lorenzo grunts from the staircase landing. I look up to see his bare feet slapping against the stairs.
“Catch.” He tosses a pair of black ankle socks my way.
I look at them with a scrunched nose.
He frowns. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing.” I kick off my first sandal and slip a sock on.
“Is there something wrong with them?” he asks.
“Do I need another reason besides them being yours?”
He crosses his arms.
Tough crowd today.
I place my sandals neatly beside a new pair of male running shoes and Willow’s flats. “I’m more of a ruffled-sock kind of girl.”
“A what?”
“You know, cute little socks with ruffles? I’ll show you a photo later.”
“Ruffles…on socks?”
