Page 30 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
I chuckle, and she turns to hurry back to her room, I’m assuming to change.
As I turn to walk to the dining room where all the food is set up, I realize that I’m lighter. There’s a bit of a bounce to my step that wasn’t there before.
Maybe tonight won’t be so much of a waste after all.
I’ve been hard and closed off for most of my life. The scar on my face took away all my motivation to socialize. I honestly thought I’d forgotten how to.
Brenna is making it easy for me.
I may not be the future she envisioned herself with, but I’m the future she has. It’s my duty as her husband to make sure I can take care of her to my best abilities.
That starts tonight.
I’ll find out more about her. Dive deeper into her and pull out some of the hidden parts.
It all starts with just one dinner.
BRENNA
Now this is what I call a surprise.
I’ve been absolutely going crazy locked up in this room. So much so that I’ve started talking to myself.
It’s quite an adjustment going from being in a house with dozens of people to being somewhere where there is just one, and that one person would rather stare into fire than have a conversation.
So for him to invite me to dinner is a shock, to say the least. He did it in the most unconventional way possible, but I understood him.
He’s not used to this either. At least he’s making an effort. If he can try, so can I.
I quickly run a brush through my hair and throw on a simple sundress. It’s a little colder than normal here in the house, butit’ll do for now. I swipe some lip gloss on my lips, pinch my cheeks a little bit, and walk out.
I can smell the food wafting down the hall, and my stomach growls angrily. I’ve been eating, but I did my damndest to come out of my room only when I was sure Cormac wasn’t around. Either he was in his room or in the parlor room. He could lose himself for hours in that parlor room. I ate what I could put together quickly. Cold cut sandwiches, a bowl of cereal, microwave food. It wasn’t good, but at least I didn’t have to go to bed hungry. Now that there is an option of something else, I’m almost hopping with joy.
I stop in the kitchen, but I don’t see anything there.
“Cormac?” I call out for him, unsure where he is.
“Wife.” His deep voice sounds behind me. My stomach stops growling for food, and now the butterflies take hold. Did he just call me wife? Why the hell was it so damn sexy?
My cheeks burn with blush as I take a few steps in his direction. He doesn’t touch me, but instead steps to the side and gestures with his hand that I should go in the next room.
There is a sliding door that I have to move to the side. It’s a dining room.
I can’t help the gasp that pops out of my mouth when I get a clear glimpse of the room. I’d seen it a few times during my explorations of the home, but Cormac has turned this into something I wasn’t expecting. All of the candles are lit. The drapes are pulled to the side, allowing the moonlight to come streaming into the room. The table is full of foods. All in pretty platters, piping hot, waiting to be devoured.
He walks to the side of the table and pulls out a chair.
This is a first.
I know Cormac, the monster. Cormac, the hermit. But this one, Cormac, the gentleman, is the best of all.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome,” he replies after he clears his throat.
I sit in the chair, and he pushes it in for me.
“I didn’t know what you wanted to eat.” He shrugs as he looks down at the table. Seeing him like this, unsure and polite, is doing things to me.
