Page 132 of The Proposal
He just stares at me.
“Ugh,” I groan, going in for another scoop. “I’m trying to distract myself, Foxxy. You aren’t helping.”
He lifts a brow.
“I’m heartbroken over here,” I say, shoving another heaping spoonful of chocolatey goodness in my mouth. “Does this qualify as me leaving my husband? I mean I did, but—”
“You’re dripping ice cream down the side of your mouth. Swallow first.”
“That’s what he said.”
Foxx sighs, shaking his head.
“That was funny.” I point my spoon at him. “Come on.” I shove the spoon into the container, my spirits dwindling again. “What am I going to do?”
“I’m unsure why you think I’m here to give advice.”
“Because you’re the only friend I have here with me. You win by default.”
“Yay.”
I glare at him. “Do you even have friends in real life?”
“Blakely, I’m going home.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m going home. Someone will be coming to replace me today.”
My bottom lip trembles.Great. Now I’m getting emotional over the security guy.“You can’t leave me. We’ve bonded.”
“I’ll let you know before I go.”
“Fine. But do I get a say in your replacement?”
He holds his hands out, confused.
“I request Troy,” I say, lifting a glob of ice cream into my mouth.
“How do you even know him?”
“Ways.”
He points at me. “You missed.”
“What?” I look down at my shirt. A drop of melted ice cream is smack dab in the middle of my chest. “Oh.Shit. Eating with my left hand sucks.”
He takes the opportunity to sneak out.Bastard.
I flop back against the pillows and search for the remote. I can’t take any more of the arguing … that or it’s getting harder to be distracted.
Channel surfing doesn’t deliver a viable alternative to thinking, so I give up.
My head is a little clearer this morning … or afternoon. I’m not sure what time it is. Sleep helped. A long bath this morning assisted. But the quiet, the space to decompress—that’s what I really needed.
It’s made things evident that were cloudy.
I’m in love with Renn Brewer.
