“What did you want to talk about?”
He studied her face, and she lowered her lashes. “Not too tired?”
Not for you.
“I’ve got to eat.”
“Okay, well, hear me out.”
She wrinkled her nose. Wouldn’t it be crazy if Bryson was about to ask her to marry him the way that Morris just did? Her insides went to mush as she thought about it.
“You know how we keep saying it’s pointless to meet up and that it might mess up our friendship?”
“Yeah. You’re not about to suggest that again. We talked about it this morning.”
“No, we didn’t. Not in the way I’m about to propose.”
Her head spun. “Go on.”
“There’s no other time like now, Charon.”
His words echoed Morris’.
“You said our friendship has to change when I get married, and I respect it although I don’t agree with it. I’m not making a love match, and I don’t even expect her to be faithful.”
“You’re not serious?” Who would cheat on Bryson?
“We’ve talked about it.”
“No way.”
He nodded.
“You’re not asking me to be your mistress are you because that would be a hell no!”
“I know you better than that.”
She was somewhat disappointed, but at least he didn’t gag and say, “Ew, gross!”
“One night—tomorrow night to be exact.”
“Say what?”
“I’m going to be finalizing everything with her the day after Christmas. I’m not quite sure yet, but I guess I’ll ask her officially at that time too.”
“So romantic.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Charon, forget about her for now.” He leaned close to the screen. “We both know how we feel about each other.”
She tilted her head to the side. “How do we feel?”
His cheeks pinked. It was such a rare occurrence. She drank it in. God, he was sexy, even embarrassed and uncomfortable.
He hesitated and then continued with determination. “In a different world, we would be together.”
That was all she was going to get.
“One night, Charon. We fly to wherever we choose, or wherever we can get a flight. We spend the night together, and then we say goodbye.” He suddenly left her view. She leaned to the side as if it would help her to see.