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“I like comedies,” I defended.
“You’re not a comedy person,” she denied, squinting at me. “You’re all action. I’ve seen the Netflix recently watched list.”
She said that like she was listing my crimes.
“Everyone likes a change.”
I got the feeling she was onto me, but fuck. I could watch some sappy as shit movie for her after what she’d been through, after her fucking sucky birthday that had ended with the sight of a slut’s snatch.
Christ, I really needed to think about getting her a birthday present.
Trouble was, you had to know someone to get them a gift, and I didn’t know her. Sure, I knew about her. Knew shit. But that wasn’t the real her.
She was more than her file.
“You’d be down with watching something like that?” she asked shyly.
And despite myself, my lips curved. “I mean, if you want to? The game’s almost over anyway.”
“I didn’t mind,” she replied. “I’m used to sports being on. Father has a screen in our private dining room, and we always had Mets games on.”
My nose crinkled at the thought I shared a similarity with that cunt, though I had better taste than him—fucking Mets fan. Should have known he was dead to me from the start—then I tossed her the remote. “Find it.” I cleared my throat. “Want some popcorn? I think I have some.”
Her eyes flared wide. “Like, a movie night?”
Jesus. The way she responded was like she expected no kindness from me at all. Like I was offering to take her to Tiffany’s and give her free rein in there.
“Yeah. Like a movie night.”
She shot me a half smile. “The sequel’s out now, so we could watch both.”
I had to grin as I got to my feet.Give an inch, and they take a fucking mile.“Why not?” I said magnanimously, tossing it over my shoulder as I strolled into the kitchen.
How fucking bad could it be?
INESSA
The followingmorning after our movie binge, I wandered into the kitchen and braked to a halt.
There was someone in here, and she was cooking. My nose twitched as I scented that gross smell of frying beef and onions, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of the old woman, her hair tied into a kerchief, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed as she squinted down at a well-worn recipe book.
I had to assume she was Eoghan’s housekeeper, but damn, couldn’t he have prepared me?
The older woman spotted me before I could duck out, drag Eoghan from the gym, and demand he introduce us. Her squinty look moved from the book to me, and as she raked her gaze over me, I knew, immediately, I’d been found wanting.
I stared at her.
She stared at me.
And truly?
I’d had fewer hostile looks at my wedding, surrounded by enemies, than this woman graced me with now.
Damn, I’d woken up in such a good mood too. Watching movies with Eoghan had been a blast, and even though he’d been mind-numbingly bored through my YA flicks, he’d sat there like a trooper and hadn’t even fallen asleep once.
I wasn’t all about the YA, but I loved the books that were tied to the Netflix movies, so they were some of my faves, and I’d relented afterward—we’d indulged in a couple of action movies before we’d crashed around three AM.
That was why I was awake so late. Eoghan too. But it was clear the housekeeper mistook the reason for our late awakening and disapproved.
