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“Does anyone want tea?” Nana asks, but Saul’s on his feet before she can stand, already filling the kettle.
“You don’t move,” he says. “I can handle tea.”
She looks at me, eyes wide, and slowly nods. Marry him, she mouths, and I roll my eyes at her.
But I watch Saul. Some of Jason’s hesitancy must’ve rubbed off on me, because Saul’s being a little too charming. He’s clearly trying to make everyone like him, doing his best to be a good guest, saying and doing all the right things, but it only makes me wonder. How much of this is the real Saul? And how much is because he wants to get something out of me?
“It was great meeting you,” Jason says once it’s time for him to leave for class. They shake hands and Jason’s practically mooning. “Maybe we can hang out again sometime?”
“Happy to. If I’m lucky, I’ll be around more.”
Nana excuses herself too and leaves me alone with Saul. He’s humming to himself as he cleans up breakfast, washes the plates since we don’t have a dishwasher, and dries them with a towel. I watch him the whole time, drinking coffee, and trying not to let myself fall for his tight jeans, that lovely, biteable ass, and his thick, muscular arms. It’s hard, because he’s hot, but I keep myself from drooling over him. Though just barely.
“Your plan worked,” I say when he’s patting his hands with a dish towel. His smirk says he knows exactly what I mean. “Nana’s smitten. Jason’s ready to call you his best friend. And now I have nothing standing in the way of walking down the aisle with you.”
“Perfect. Then let’s fly to Vegas right now.”
I hold up a hand. “Except while my sibling is weak and Nana is a sucker, I’m still not buying it.”
“What’s there to buy?” He sits at the table next to me and puts a hand on my knee. “I am what I am.”
I should brush that hand away because it’s a distraction and I like it way too much. But I don’t.
“That’s the thing. I don’t really know what you are. This breakfast was nice and everything, but I have no clue if this is just you on your best behavior or if you really are this considerate.”
“Let’s say a little bit of both.” His fingers stroke up and down. Tingles run up to the heat between my legs. “But I meant it when I said I’d take care of you and your family.”
I stand and move away. My head’s racing as I pause next to Nana’s stool. Her fan’s still buzzing, blowing out the back window, and I switch it off to give my hands something to do. I’m getting way too excited by the mere prospect of this guy rubbing my leg and I need to cut it the hell out.
But I can’t help myself. When I look back, the stare he’s giving me is downright lascivious. His eyes move from my low-cut tank top down my jeans and back up again. There’s something bold and possessive about that stare, like now that Nana and Jason are gone, he can reveal the piece of him that’s been hiding.
It’s a beast, a hungry little animal, ready to devour me. I like that mouth, those lips. I know I love the tongue. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, rolling over and letting him feast.
“How would it work?” I ask, crossing my arms to cover my chest. He tilts his head, considering.
“You’d be my wife.”
“I’m talking logistics. Where would I live?”
“I’d buy a house.”
“Just like that, huh?”
He shrugs. “You could live in mine if you’d like, but I figured you’d want something that was just ours.”
Infuriating how casually he talks about spending hundreds of thousands of dollars when I can’t even afford a few hundred. “How kind of you.”
“I’d pay the rent on this place as well or we could find a new apartment for your brother and your grandmother. That’s entirely up to you. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t actively live with your grandmother. Smoking is bad for the baby and that includes second-hand smoke.”
That gets my back up. I bristle at the comment, even if he’s right. “Nana tries not to smoke around us and she’s careful about blowing it out the window. It’s fine.”
He shrugs, but clearly doesn’t agree. “Either way, they’d be taken care of, like I said.”
I nod and rub my face. “Where would you live?”
“We’d live together most of the time, though I’d have to go back to my family’s house pretty often.”
“What about my job?”
