Page 45 of Just (Fake) Married
I gagged and put the sandwich away while Ethan laughed and laughed.
“You should try it, it really does work.”
“No thanks. I’ll survive on coffee.” And nerves.
He was silent and I was silent, and our two silences combined to make a nearly toxic silence that could have killed me if I didn’t have coffee.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For the coffee?” He smiled at me briefly. “You already thanked me.”
“And the sandwich, and driving,” I said, my defenses were low. “You’ve been nicer…”
I stopped. What I’d been about to say was not very nice.
“Then you expected?” he asked. “Then you thought I could be?”
I laughed. “Something like that.”
“I suppose I deserve that,” he said, his brow furrowed. “But I’m not a boy anymore, Harmony.”
The unsaidI’m a man, sent shockwaves and ripples across my body.
“I noticed,” I said, because last night apparently broke my filter, and I blushed and tried to hide myself in my coffee cup.
I felt his gaze on the side of my face.
“Anyway, coffee is a good start,” I said, and lifted the cup in a toast before taking another sip. I refused to meet his eyes.
“My fiancé likes coffee,” he said with a nod. “Good to know.”
I wrinkled my nose up. “You can’t call me that.”
“Wife?”
“Weirder,” I said.
“You will be. When are you moving into the house?”
Right. Because that was the next logical step. I looked over at him. “Is it true all the bathrooms have rainfall shower heads and jacuzzi bathtubs?”
“Well, not the powder rooms.”
“Then yes, I will move in.” I said, taking another sip of coffee. “My own room, obviously.”
“Obviously,” he said. Then the silence returned.
He glanced over a few times, like he was working up the courage to ask me something, but I didn’t press.
“It seems like I should get to know you a little bit,” he said. “Don’t you want to know me?”
“I’m pretty sure I know what I need to know about you,” I said, looking back out the window.
“Let’s hear it, then,” he challenged me.
“You’re driven,” I said. “And smart. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be a surgeon.”
“Okay,” he said.
