Page 112 of The Proposal
He moves to the cabinet and pulls out two wineglasses. I turn back to the meat.
“Foxx scared the shit out of the grocery delivery guy,” I say, laughing at the memory. “Then he and I—Foxx and I—had a small … skirmish, about the tip.”
“Oh, really? Who won that one?”
I lift my chin. “Me.”
“I would’ve paid a lot of money to watch that.”
“I’m not sure how you do business around here. But if there are reports filed or something, don’t believe anything he says about me without hearing my side of the story.”
Renn chuckles.
“First, I don’t think he finds me entertaining. He’s also rather perturbed that I have visitors. Brock and Ella were here—oh!” I swing around and point the tip of the knife at him. “Did you know my brother is retiring?”
He takes the knife from me and puts a glass of wine in my hand. “Is that a done deal?”
“Of course, it is.”
He hums before taking a drink, watching me over the rim.
“I would’ve thrown a fit about it,” I say. “But now he’s going to be a daddy …”
Renn’s eyes hood.
I set my glass down and rest my back against the counter's edge, smirking. “What’s that look for?”
He places his wine next to mine before caging me against the counter.
“Oh,” I say, trailing a fingertip down his face. His stubble bites against my skin. It only adds to the heat building in my core. “Did you not know Ella and Brock are having a baby?”
“I just found out this evening on my way home.”
“So you didn’t know and withheld that information as you did about Brock’s physical—something we will discuss later.”
He nips the tip of my finger. “I look forward to it.”
“Back to the baby … you didn’t know?”
“If I knew, I would’ve used it to talk you into letting me knock you up.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You don’t really want a baby.”
“Try again, cutie.”
My breath stills as I lift my head. “Don’t mess with me.”
Our eyes lock, and the space between us is charged. He leans forward, pressing a sweet, almost reverent kiss against my lips.
I sag against him. I’m not sure what’s happening, and it scares me a little … but thrills me, too.
He rests his forehead against me. “Tomorrow, after we go to dinner at Mom’s, let’s sit down and talk.”
“Okay …” My breathing is shaky. “Is everything okay?”
With the news of Brock’s medical issues still so fresh in my mind, the sound oflet’s sit down and talksounds like its foreshadowing a dark moment.
“I hope so.” He grins, standing tall. “I’m just dead tired, and you have to be, too. Foxx said you were very active today.”
