Page 65 of The Proposal Pact
Instead, I sit and watch as she tries so very hard to just sit there, not uttering a single word to me in her defiance and try to hide my own amused grin. Why is there never a dull moment with this girl?
I’m so used to my peace and quiet that her loud, boisterous presence should be entirely disruptive, bothersome, and at the very least, annoying…yet it’s none of that. I’ve known her for a handful of days and each second of each encounter is so filled with a whole spectrum of emotions I wasn’t even aware there were that many to begin with.
A minute into this silent game, I spy her trying to sneak a peek at me, completely unable to remain still and quiet for that long, and as soon as she catches me full-on watching her, she groans, rolling her eyes and relaxes back into the couch.
“Done being a little brat?” I cock an eyebrow.
“Oh whatever, but if I hate it, don’t complain when I make you get me something else.”
I cross my heart. “I’d never dare.” She gives her eyes another rolling workout but then moves so we can be face-to-face.
“Okay, back to the questions.”
“You have more?”
“Duh.” She gives me a look. “I don’t know anything about you except that you are Shrek impersonated, live at your job, and are afraid of a bunch of grandmas.”
“Well, that about sums it up.” I clap my hands. “What else is there?”
“When’s your birthday?” Sophie asks, not missing a beat.
“July twenty-ninth. Yours?”
“Ooo,” she coos dramatically while waggling her eyebrows. “You’re a Leo.”
“Let me guess, you’re into all that astrological bullshit?”
“A, it’s not bullshit. B, yes, yes, I am. And C, I’m an Aries born on April thirteenth,” she says with a knowing, mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“And?”
“And what?”
“What does it mean?”
A slow, salacious smirk forms on her lips. “I thought you didn’t believe in all this astrological bullshit.”
“I don’t, but as your husband, I should know this.”
“Uh-huh, sure,as my husband.” She’s clearly not buying it any more than I am, but hell if I’ll admit that I’m actually curious what that means about us. I raise an eyebrow, prompting her to get on with it and that smirk of hers turns into a full-on grin.
“Leo and Aries are both fire and quite complicated signs which makes it difficult to find the right partner for each of them. But funny enough, they are perfect for each other.”
“We are?” I sit back.
“You and I?” Sophie raises that smirking eyebrow of hers. “TBD, but the signs are.”
“What the fuck is TBD?”
Sophie rolls her eyes. “To be determined. Don’t worry”—she pats my hand patronizingly—“it’s not you, it’s your age. Daddies are all a little clueless on this modern day lingo,” she adds sweetly. Too sweetly.
“You little—” I get up to finally teach this little brat that lesson she’s been begging for since day one, but the knock on the door saves her sweet ass. “Saved by the bell, little menace.”
I get up to take our order from the delivery guy, Sophie’s laughter following me as I open the door and the guy perks up at the sound, trying to peek inside—no doubt he was coached by the Love Hive or our friends—but I block the view of the apartment, shooting him a glare I’m so good at, and the poor guy scurries away before I get to thank him.
Oh well. I shrug, shutting the door behind me and stride over to the coffee table to set the food down. Sophie is watching me with keen interest, and a slight nervous shiver runs over me.
Hell, am I seriously worried if she’ll like what I ordered for her?
