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And if he wouldn’t do it, it was time that I did.
So I opened my mouth to say it all, but...
“Right, Henry?” Davis said, drawing our attention.
Instantly, the moment evaporated, and he was the same happy old Henry, answering Davis as if there wasn’t a continent between us, even though my feet were in his lap.
Jenny, Cass’s mom, had come in and sat on the arm of the other sofa, smiling the irreverent smile she’d given her daughter. Her hair was auburn like Cass, but faded with age and shot with gray at the temples.
Cass’s brow quirked when she caught my eye, but she kept on talking, finishing a story about one of the photos, a holiday they’d taken in Bali and a mishap with a pineapple that had ended with them being propositioned by a much older couple. Davis shook his head, smiling and embarrassed. Cass thought it was hysterical, mostly because she was shameless.
It ran in the family, I supposed.
“Well, how’s it coming in here?” Jenny asked, patting Davis on the shoulder.
“I think we’ve just about got it done,” Cass answered, stacking up frames to deposit in a box. “Good thing it’s been raining. Gave us a reason to sit still and knock all this out.”
Henry shifted to stand, depositing my feet on the sofa, the cushion still warm from his bum. Which was quite a lovely bum, I noted with frustration as he walked across the living room to lay the garland he’d been working on in one of the other boxes.
“It looks terrific,” Cass’s mom said, picking up one of the frames from its box. “Look at how gorgeous you two are. I’m gonna have the prettiest grandbabies.” She beamed at the photo, sighing before putting it back. “Are y’all ready for dinner?”
She’d only asked Davis and Cass—they’d been planning a dinner with just them for days, leaving Henry and me to fend for ourselves.
“I think so,” Cass said. “Let us just finish cleaning up.”
“All right, baby. What are y’all doing tonight?” she asked me and Henry.
I was about to suggest he and I have dinner so I could say those pesky unsaid things, but he beat me to it.
“The groomsmen planned a little dinner for tonight.”
I worked very, very hard to ensure my face remained pleasant through my disappointment. “Ah, well, back to the house I go.”
Everyone wore a look of pity. I watched the war of manners on Cass’s mom’s face as she contemplated inviting me to her long-awaited private dinner.
“I’m looking forward to a quiet night. I’ve nearly finished reading my book, and I have takeaway from my heavenly dinner last night. Please, don’t worry about me.” I swung my legs off the sofa and stood, helping everyone clean up.
“Are you sure?” Jenny asked, genuinely concerned. “I hate to leave you with Remy like that. I love that boy, but...” She shook her head.
“Absolutely certain. Remy’s not all bad. We have an...understanding.” An understanding that had thus far involved more nudity than I would have expected, but an understanding nonetheless. “Anyway, he’s working tonight.”
Henry groaned. “Damn. We were planning on going to the bar.”
“Go to the bar and make him work for once,” Cass said. “Just be sure to tip him. Last thing any of us wants is to have to feed and clothe him.”
We closed up the boxes, and I parted ways with Henry, to my utter sadness.
“Text me, would you?” I called after him in a pathetic attempt I hoped wasn’t as transparent as it felt.
“Of course, Bits,” he said with a wave and the smile I’d spent so much of my life dreaming about as he walked out the door.
I followed everyone to the garage where we loaded the car and left for Remy’s.
The drive wasn’t long, and everyone was too busy visiting to ask me any questions. Thank God it hadn’t been just me and Cass. Who knew what I’d confess.
What was I to do about Henry? Wait in aching limbo for him to tell me what I’d begun to wonder was absolutely nothing? Try in earnest to seduce him? I’d discovered I had new tools at my disposal for the task, but I didn’t think baring my fanny to Henry would have the same effect as it did on Remy.
Remy. The man should come equipped with a tail and devil horns. Perhaps he did possess horns beneath all that hair. I’d wonder about a tail, but since I’d seen every centimeter of his body, I couldn’t pretend not to know better. Unless one mistook his ridiculous cock for a tail at a glance, which wasn’t out of the question.
