Page 102 of Marry Lies
“Speaking of…we should probably figure out birth control.”
“I have a coil,” I tell him. “And I was recently tested by my gynecologist,” I explain. “All good.”
His green eyes pin me to the spot. “Good. I’m also regularly tested. That’s sorted, then. I should’ve asked the other night. I apologize.”
I cross my arms as I watch him slip his feet into camel-colored dress shoes. “I would’ve said something if it was a problem.”
His expression softens slightly, and I can tell he’s working up the courage to ask me something. He must change his mind because he only gives me a small smile as he stands.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
“Well, the picnic is off,” I tease, looking out of the kitchen window as the rain splatters against the concrete just outside the door.
“I should check on Lucifer,” Miles murmurs, coming to stand behind me. “Would you like to come with me?”
“No,” I grumble. Turning around, I wrap my arms around his waist. “But I will, because it’s important to you.”
He laughs as he walks to the back door, grabbing two rain jackets and handing one to me.
“You must feel right at home,” he tells me, pulling the black rubber coat over himself.
Of fucking course Miles Ravage looks chic in wellies and a raincoat. I have to roll mine up because it’s about five sizes too big. His eyes skate over my face as I step into the boots I pulled from the bench.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but a small part of me misses the drizzly, London rain,” I tell him wryly. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said that.”
He laughs as we walk out to the back garden, and I follow him around the castle to Lucifer’s paddock.
Opening the gate, he gestures for me to go first.
“Oh no, after you,” I tell him, crossing my arms.
He chuckles as he goes ahead of me. I spot Lucifer bleating at the door of his little house, and for a second, my heart clenches because it’s so pathetic to see.
“Did you get locked out of your house?” Miles coos, and I can’t help the way my whole body warms at his tone. It’s so… paternal. Unlatching the door, he pushes it open as Lucifer bleats again, nuzzling against Miles’ thigh.
Fine, I guess he’s kind of, sort of adorable.
To my horror, the little goat wanders over to me, and I stumble backward.
“No,” I tell it. “No, stay away,” I beg.
Miles is shaking with laughter as the rain pelts his coat, and I glare at him as I back up to the side of Lucifer’s little house.
“This isn’t funny,” I growl.
“Actually, it’s really funny.”
The goat stops in front of me and tilts his head in question before nuzzling into my leg, and I screech as my heart hammers in my chest.
“Oh god,” I say loudly, scrunching up my face in fear.
Miles is still laughing as he walks over and guides Lucifer into his house. I hear him use that same soft tone, and when I crane my neck around the side of the little house, I see Miles drying the goat off with a towel.
Once he’s done, he walks out with a smug fucking smile.
“Shut up,” I tell him, stomping away.
