Page 22 of A Whirlwind of Color (The Light to My Darkness 2)

He laughed. But when he realized I wasn’t kidding, his smile vanished. “You’re shitting me.”

“I know we met the other day. I just…I met so many people and I…”

“Rob.” He cleared his throat. “Robert if you’re being an ass.”

“Okay, Robert.”

He laughed. “What have I done to earn that?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to see your reaction. Did you make this?” I lifted up the fork that was sitting next to my plate. Delicious looking pancakes, fresh fruit, hash browns…I practically started drooling before I got a bite into my mouth. So freaking good. It was like Rob knew all my favorite things.

“No, Ellen did.”

“Who’s Ellen?”

“James’ other wife.”

My fork clattered down onto my plate. “What? Are you serious? I’m in some sort of polygamy nightmare? I knew it. I knew all of this was too good to be true.” I waved my arm around the fancy room and then lowered my voice. “How many women is he married to?”

Rob had started laughing halfway through my rant and by the time I was finished he was doubled over laughing.

“Rob!”

“You’re still as gullible as ever,” he said through fits of laughter. “Geez, you should have seen your face.”

“It’s not funny.” I reached across the table and slapped his arm. “Does that mean it isn’t true?”

“James is head over heels in love with you and only you. I swear.”

“Good.” Good? I didn’t even know the man. Why was that a good thing?

Rob smiled. “Good.”

I took another bite of my pancakes. They really were delicious. “Wait, so who is Ellen?”

“Your housekeeper slash chef slash personal shopper slash whatever.”

“You mean I don’t have to cook or clean or…”

“Yup. You’ve got it made.”

“Huh.”

He finished chewing as he stared at me. “What?”

“Nothing. I just…” I let my voice trail off. “I kind of like cleaning. And cooking. I’ve never pictured myself having a housekeeper.”

“Trust me, you love Ellen.”

“Where is she?”

“She cooked and ran. James is trying to make sure you’re not too overly stimulated.”

“So waking up to you in my bed wasn’t supposed to be jarring?”

“You tell me.”

I laughed. “It was.”

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