Page 69 of Flame
“Because I can be.” I peek through the curtains and find a car parked on the road. “Did you say someone was delivering your things now?”
“Yes. And tomorrow. But Astrid found a place to get me clothes today and some options for the wedding, and they said they’d deliver now.”
A man gets out and then opens the back door. He grabs several bags with Halcyon stamped on the front in pink font.
“They’re here,” I say, opening the door.
She jumps up and races outside. “Stay inside! Don’t look.”
“I can’t see through bags,” I say, laughing at her.
She chats with the deliveryman, who is clearly smitten with her.Can’t blame you, man. Then she carries her loot by me and down the hall.
“I’m going to be a while,” she says. “You should probably find something else to do unless you want to see me naked.” She stops in front of the guest room door. “But if you want to see that, I won’t complain.”
She blows me an awkward kiss with the bags in her hands before ducking inside the bedroom.
I chuckle and head for my office to get the prenup. As soon as I sit at my desk, my phone buzzes again.
Banks: Hey, did you eat that pie? If not, can I have it?
I silence notifications and swipe out of the text app.
CHAPTER15
Bianca
“Should we hold hands?” I ask, gravel crunching beneath our shoes. “What’s an appropriate level of PDA at your parents’ house? Are we supposed to be cuddly or hands-off?”
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know? What do your brothers and their girlfriends do?”
He rolls his eyes as if I’m ridiculous for asking him to have noticed his siblings’ behavior and then shrugs.
A shrug is not an answer. Yet it’s a classic Foxx answer.
But as I start to prompt him to actually give me a response, a realization occurs to me. He might not have answered me with words this time, but he has spoken more in the past twenty-four hours than I’ve ever heard since I met him.Interesting.
He fidgets with his collar.Foxx doesn’t fidget.
“Stop,” I say, coming to a halt at the base of the steps leading to his parents’ porch.
He faces me. “What?”
I give him a look not to be contrary and make a show of fixing his collar despite it not needing it. My stomach is a mess of butterflies without his sudden bout of nerves. Now that he’s acting nervous, the butterflies start to spread.
“If you don’t want to take me in there—”
“No.” He leans back to look me in the eye. “I’m proud to show you off to my family.”
I pat his chest and take a step back. “It certainly seems like it.”
He gazes over my shoulder at the house I assume he grew up in, and then pulls his attention back to me.
“I’ve never done this before,” he says, clearing his throat.
“You’ve never done what before?”
