Page 82 of Attached At Heart
Aren’t you married?
FI: Yes, very much married. But I have like three friends who would totally take his number. Is he single?
No, he’s definitely not single.
Not single. And he wouldn’t be for the next year, thank God.
FI: And his girl/guy/partner let you go jetsetting with him? Wow, they must be chill.
I ground my teeth together, for some reason annoyed that the obvious answer didn’t occur to her.
I am very chill, thank you very much.
FI: WHAT, since when??
FI: You started dating hot doctor guy friend without telling me? Delaney Delacroix, shame on you!
Don’t hate me, but it’s actually Delaney London.
For some reason, I found that oddly satisfying to type.
FI: SHUT. UP.
FI: LANEY
FI: OMG?? CONGRATULATIONS????
FI: Wait, is this a HONEYMOON?
Yes, and I promise I’ll call you when I get back!
With that, I put my phone down and decided to go find my husband. My very hot husband, who was very much taken and whose number I would not be giving out to Ophelia’s friends.
“What’s wrong?” Blake asked as soon as I walked out into the kitchen, and I realized that my facial expression was all twisted from the conversation with Ophelia. He stood at the kitchencounter, a spread of fruits and pastries on the cutting board beside him and a knife in one hand.
“Nothing.” I shook my head, giving him a small smile. “Just…Ophelia texted me.”
Blake furrowed his brows. “Did something happen? Everything okay with Bryan?”
“Bryan’s fine,” I assured him. “Just showing off that picture of us to people, and now Ophelia wants your number.”
“My number?” he laughed.
I glowered at him and how happy he seemed about that fact. “She wanted to know if you were still single so she could hook you up with her friends.”
Blake pressed his lips together like he was trying not to smile. “And what did you tell her?”
“That you’re not,” I said with a sniff, walking around him to get a glass of water. “Because you aren’t.”
Blake followed me with his eyes. “Did you tell her that we got married?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Which I probably shouldn’t have because she’s bound to say something to the rest of my family, but…”
I decided to focus on drinking my water instead of finishing that sentence.
“But you wanted to stake your claim, huh?” Blake supplied for me, leaning his hip against the counter and watching me closely. His mouth cocked to the side in a smirk that made my stomach flip.
Goddamn him.
