Page 88 of The Proposal
“Can you imagine what Brock would’ve done if I would’ve invited you to Australia?” He laughs. “I only got you here now because I married you.” He clears his throat, his face sobering. “Speaking of Brock, I talked to him last night.”
“You did?”
We walk a little way in silence. With every quiet step we take, my anxiety rises a bit more.
“Is he okay? Is he just mad?” I ask, prompting a response. “What’s going on?”
“He’s fine. I promise. He’s fine. Just under a lot of stress—physicals and paperwork. You know how it can be.”
I watch him curiously. I do know how it can be. Getting clearances from the medical staff and passing the physicals can be a giant pain in the ass. But he’s never had trouble before.
“Did he say why he hasn’t called?” I ask.
“He’s been busy with all of that. And, you know, he figured that you and I were honeymooning …”
“Right.I’m sure he was all about leaving us alone tohoneymoon.”
He opens the little gate that separates the beach from the stairs leading to the house. “I think he’s settled down a little bit. He wasn’t as upset as he was in Vegas.”
“Did you tell him we agreed to three months? If you did, that’s probably why.”
Renn follows me quietly up the incline.
I wonder why Brock didn’t call me and if I should reach out to him. I didn’t know he was having problems with work, but it makes sense.
Suddenly, I feel bad.
“Are we going home tomorrow?” I ask.
“Jason is flying in tonight our time to pick us up.”
I nod, reaching the patio. Renn rests the surfboards against the house.
“I’ll wait and talk to my brother when we return,” I say, making my way behind Renn to the outside shower. “Maybe absence will make the heart grow fonder.”
He turns the handle, and water sprays from overhead. “That sounds like a solid plan. Talk to him face-to-face. He’s more likely to be cooperative if you’re in front of him.”
“What about you?” I say, stepping in front of him. I rest my palm against my name. “Are you more cooperative when I’m in front of you?”
His eyes blaze.
I drop to my knees, resting back on my heels. The shower mists me as I look up at Renn.
This is one of my favorite things about him—something I’ve never felt with another man. No matter how much we banter, tease, or do, he never makes me feel lesser than. Or inferior. Or embarrassed or shamed or silly for wanting or saying anything at all.
With Renn, I feel beautiful and strong—worthy in every way.
It’s the best feeling in the entire world.
My gaze drops to his cock bulging through his shorts.
Well, it’s almost the best feeling in the entire world.
“Husband?” I ask demurely.
“Wife?”
His voice is rough. The sound prickles my skin, settling off an ache in my core.
