I feel a warm hand on the back of my neck, sending a spark shooting through my body.
“What was that, sweetie pie?”
I turn to look at him. His hand shifts but stays on me, sliding to rest on my shoulder.
With him so close, I have an overwhelming urge to lean into his touch. But it’s all for show. It’s not real, I have to remind myself. “I was just complaining to your grandfather about all your bad habits.”
“Have you told him how much you enjoy running?” Nash asks with a grin.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Watch it.”
The twinkle in his eye must be catching, because when I turn around, Alexander is wearing it too.
“I’m glad to see you’re not a doormat. Or a suck-up.”Alexander says as he smiles warmly, and all I can think is that I’m lying to this poor sweet man.
“She’s definitely not that.” Nash chuckles.
“We need a party. An engagement party,” Alexander announces abruptly.
“That won’t be—” Nash starts to say, but I cut him off.
“First things first. We’re not doing anything until you’re physically able to join the shouting match downstairs,” I butt in.
“What if I’m never ready for that?”
“Then I’d say you have a strong sense of self-preservation,” Nash mumbles under his breath.
I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing. Nash’s fingers flex against my shoulder, as though he can feel my response.
“Fine. We’ll have an engagement party,” I say to appease them both. “And we’ll sign a prenup too.”
“Prenup?” Nash asks sharply.
I pat his hand, knowing that Alexander is watching our every move. “Don’t worry, honey. I know you love me for more than just my secret whiskey recipes.”
He looks adorably confused, and I realize he doesn’t know about my obsession with a good whiskey. We’ve been so busy talking about his family that I didn’t say anything about what I’m going to do for a career.
“We do have to be practical about this…” he teases softly.
“Back in my day, you loved someone, or you didn’t. Marrying them wasn’t with divorce in mind. I never signed a prenup with your grandmother!” Alexander says.
“And how did that turn out?” I ask.
Alexander grins. “She ran the show, of course.” His face grows serious, and he points a finger at Nash. “Remember what happened when I tried to force that prenup on your father? It was a horrible judgment error. It was very hypocritical of me.”
My head is on a swivel as I try to catch both of their facial expressions.
I turn and stare at my fiancé. I’m surprised to find him already studying me. His eyes are locked onto mine, and something there gives me butterflies. This is not good. Someone’s micro expressions shouldn’t have the power to make your heart skip a beat.
“When you know, you know,” Nash says quietly. My heart skips a beat at those simple words.
A loud yawn catches my attention, and I tear my gaze from Nash’s. Alexander is leaning his head back and closing his eyes. I’m glad we didn’t tell him the truth tonight. He’s in no way strong enough to handle it. I tilt my head toward the door, hoping to get the hint across to Nash.
He smirks.
“Are you ready to go home?” He holds out a hand to me.
I place my hand in his, cursing myself for how natural it feels.
