Page 35 of From Best Friend to Bride
Maybe marrying her wasn’t the worst idea in the world.
Jesus, no. What a train of thought to take a ride on.
“Yes, I suppose,” I said after a moment. “You’ll also have to move in here.”
“Didn’t you say about one of the rental apartments?”
“Mm, but Granny was right—the staff may notice something is off. You’ll have to live here in the main house… with me.”
She wrinkled up her nose. “I want my own room.”
“That we can do. I’ll have the room next to mine made up for you.”
“How are you going to explain that to the staff?”
I grinned. “You work late some nights at the pub, so you wanted a second bedroom for you to sleep in so you don’t disturb me when you come in at two a.m.”
“I don’t know how to feel when you say something so smart,” Deli mused. “It’s a bit unnerving.”
I shook my head.This girl…“And the other nights, you’ll access your room from inside. There’s a door in there I keep locked that leads to the other bedroom.”
“Huh. Is that where it goes?”
“No, it actually leads outside, and I thought it would be amusing to watch you plummet into the rose bushes at half-three in the morning.”
Deli sighed. “There’s always a catch.”
“Yes, the thorny bushes would catch you.”
She kicked out her leg and rammed her heel into the side of my thigh, making me wince.
“This is bullying. I’m telling Nana.”
“Shut up.” She kicked me again, but her touch was lighter this time.
I grabbed her lower leg and pinned her foot to my lap. “Any other requests?”
“Yes, actually. If you ever call me ‘my love’ again, I will reach inside your pants and twist off your balls. I’ll shove your left one down your throat and your right one so far up your arse that they’ll meet somewhere inside your stomach.”
“Hmm.” I tilted my head to the side, slowly rubbing a circle around her ankle with my thumb. “I’ll hold you to that. I think I’d like to see you try.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” She put her other foot on my lap. “Do it to that one, too.”
I laughed, bringing my other hand to her other foot and massaging both of her ankles. “This is why people think we’re actually dating, do you know that?”
She adjusted the pillows behind her and lay back, settling her hands on her stomach. “Mm. But you give good massages, and since we’re getting married, I’m going to take full advantage of it. Now, rub my feet.”
“Yes, wife.”
“Don’t call me that, either.”
I pulled off her trainers and started working my thumbs on her left foot. “I have to call you something, and you’ve already made your feelings about ‘my love’ very clear.”
“I have a name.”
“Yes, but most married couples have a term of endearment, so I’ll have to try a few out. What about darling?”
“Ugh.” She stuck her tongue out. “Next.”
