Page 74 of From Best Friend to Bride
Neither of us spoke for a moment, and it was Fred who first broke the silence. “Are you okay?”
My heart was still racing, and my chest heaved with the exertion of catching him and the pressure of his chest against mine, but I managed to nod.
“You didn’t get hurt when I fell on you, did you?” He leant back and looked down at me, using his hands to raise my arms and check them over. “What about your head? Did I get to it in time?”
“No, I’m fine.” I shook his hands off. “Can you move now?”
He stilled, stared at me, and quickly took a step back. “Sorry.”
“Thanks.” I pressed my hand to my chest and steadied my breathing.
Wow.
Okay.
I was good.
It was fine.
“Is your hand all right?” I grabbed his right hand and raised it up, flipping it over and checking each of his fingers. “That must have hurt.”
“A little, but it’ll be fine in a few minutes.” He smirked at me. “You’ve got a head like a bowling ball. Have I ever told you that?”
“Pshh.” I dropped his hand and shoved past him, taking myself back to the bed. “Do you think they’ll leave us alone now?”
“Well, it sounds like they heard something they liked.” He climbed back in next to me and pulled the covers up over us. “So hopefully, that’s the last time they ever try to catch us doing unspeakable things.”
“Unspeakable things my arse,” I replied, snuggling down and turning my back to him. “You weren’t very convincing.”
“Neither were you.”
“And that, ‘you’re mine now,’ line? Pfft. What a caveman.”
He chuckled. “Goodnight, Deli.”
“Mm.” I paused. “Sleep tight.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” He nudged my foot with his, and I prodded him right back with my big toe.
And that was how I drifted off.
Inches of space between our bodies, but our feet just about touching.
16
DELILAH
“Did you really get married?”
I stopped mid-clean, my hand still stuffed into a pint glass. “Do people fake weddings often these days?”
Danny stared at me. “You told me you were single.”
“Well, our relationship wouldn’t have been secret if I’d told you, would it?” I resumed the cleaning of the glass before pulling the cloth out. “And I’d like to remind you that I never once showed signs of responding to your advances and outright rejected you more than once, so you’ve really got no business being this upset.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but Si stepped up beside me, laying his hand on my shoulder.
“All right, that’s enough,” he said. “Don’t make me ban you, young man. My staff don’t come to work for this. If you couldn’t see that she wasn’t interested, the only person to blame for that is yourself.”
