Page 122 of As They Are
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Henry.
“I have a feeling things didn’t go well here yesterday,” he said.
“Most of it was fine, so don’t even try to feel bad.”
His cheeks went red. “How did you know?”
“I might do dumb things sometimes, but I know you. And I’ll tell you later.”
“I can come by. I have an evening appointment, though.”
“I’ll be here. I have to deal with a few things now that I’m fully healed.”
“Mostlyhealed.” He looked at me pointedly. “Don’t overdo it.”
“I guess you’ll have to make sure I don’t,” I said with a wink. “See you tonight?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll look forward to it all day.”
My stomach did a flip, and as he walked off, I had to remind myself exactly what this was.
I had a feeling I would be doing that more often.
Thankfully, I was pulled into work, which kept me busy. Though I gave Henry shit for it, I did try to not go too overboardwith all that was on my list. My ankle was doing well, but it would hurt if I kept at it for too long.
Everyone left at five, and I took off my mic before going back inside to work upstairs. About thirty minutes later, the front door opened with a creak.
“Wren?” Henry called. “Are you here?”
“Yeah, give me a second!” My voice echoed off the walls as I finished what I was working on and started to slowly get up.
A hand helped me up halfway. “Still working?”
“I was doing easy stuff. Planning out tile.” I gestured to the ground where I’d laid out a few samples. “What do you think?”
“I don’t miss the old carpet,” he said. “Are you making this similar to the color scheme downstairs?”
“I am.”
“It’ll look great,” he replied. “Now, what happened yesterday?”
I blew out a breath. “I did the interview with Jude. Madison insisted on it.”
His brow creased. “I didn’t realize he cared for the town.”
“He doesn’t. He just pretended, which is what he’s good at. At the end of it, he put his arm around me and made this weird comment.”
Henry’s shoulders tensed. “Did he now?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I shut it down. No need to get fake jealous for me.”
“I’m notfakejealous. It’s very much real.”
Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I usually liked, but him feeling it for me sent a thrill down my spine. “Really?”
Henry brushed a strand of hair over my shoulder. “Yeah. I don’t like the idea of anyone making any moves on you. Not while I have you.”
I waited for him to clarify. To say that he only had me when we were in public. But the correction never came.
