Page 127 of The Proposal
“With a cast on your right hand?”
“Fine. Please take them upstairs.”
He disappears up the staircase without another word.
It’s odd being here. The last time I was here, it ended with chaos. The last time I arrived here, I wasn’t married. I was celebrating my thirtieth birthday.Such a shitty birthday, after all.
It seems like forever ago.
The suite is silent and cold. I don’t even know where the thermostat is to adjust it. Instead, I walk into the kitchen to see if there’s something edible.
“Foxx?” I call out. “Where did all of this food come from?”
The fridge has a few yogurts, a little fruit, milk, and cheese. There are a few choices of water, soda, and juice. Bread, cookies, and crackers have been placed in the pantry.
He comes around the corner. “Tate had Astrid take care of it.”
“Aw.” My heart warms. “He seems like a nice guy.”
Foxx shrugs.
“What’s that about?”
“What’s what?”
“That shrug. What does that shrug mean?”
He lifts a brow. “I think your pain meds are making you mean.”
“No, I’m notjustmean. I’m stressed, Foxx. I’ve had a night. I’m tired. I’ve been traveling. I’m not sure my husband wants to be married to me anymore, and his father tried to buy me off, and …ah!”
He holds his hands up. “Easy.”
“Just explain the shrug.”
“I have an NDA.”
“And I’m your employer now, basically. So NDA me in.”
He groans. “You are a pain in my ass.”
I gasp. “Is that any way to talk to me? I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Where is your compassion?”
“On the tarmac.”
I make a face. He almost smiles.
“I have four brothers,” Foxx says. “I have a predisposition to dislike younger brothers.”
“Then why do you dislike me?”
“Because I also have a sister.”
“Oh.”
I take out the cheese and a few crackers—anything to keep my mind occupied. Foxx watches me. It’s the most uncertain I’ve seen him.
“How do you know the Brewers?” I ask.
