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“Because I want to believe in better things?”
“Fairy tales are great, Hunter. But it’s all they are. Bullshit fairy tales. I don’t believe in them. I can’t. We finished?”
Hunter stared at him for a long time. “Sure.”
And then his brother turned and left him standing there, and Gus wasn’t sure if he was glad he won that battle or not. But hell, he wasn’t sure about much of anything right now.
And he hoped that Alaina hadn’t made him dinner. He hoped that when he walked back into his house she might be with her sisters. That his house would be empty, exactly the way he was used to. And he’d have to heat up her frozen pizza.
As if there’s penance to be paid?
He ignored himself, and climbed into his truck, driving back to the main house with his mouth set into a grim line.
He parked the truck out front, got out and stomped his way into the house. And when he opened the door...he smelled something wonderful.
He stepped into the kitchen, and there she was, wearing a frilly apron and a sundress. A flirty little dress, like he hadn’t just shouted at her in a grocery store parking lot. Or maybe like what she was wearing had nothing to do with him, which frankly pissed him off. Because the fact that she had the audacity to wear something that showed her legs like that, and made him feel the way he did, and likely hadn’t considered him at all, just about sent him over the edge.
“What are you doing?”
“I made dinner,” she said. “Like I’ve done every night since I moved in here.”
“I told you not to.”
“You said I didn’t have to. You didn’t say not to. Anyway, even if you did, I don’t have to do what you say, Gus. And I wanted to cook dinner.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because I was an ass,” he shouted.
“Yeah. So what? That doesn’t mean I’m going to punish you by not feeding you. Maybe that’s what it would mean to you, but it doesn’t mean that to me.”
She turned around and went to the stove, and started stirring the pot. And he couldn’t help but notice the way her dress flared when she did it. How perilously close it came to showing the very tops of her thighs.
He shifted, feeling like everything was at the edge. His control, his...everything.
Then she bent over, opening up the oven, and all he could do was stare at the length of leg that it revealed.
Dammit. It wasn’t usually this hard. It wasn’t usuallythishard. But she wasn’t usually his.
Mine.
And that was the problem. He had married her. And why had hereallydone that? Why?
She took a giant roasting pan out of the oven and took the lid off, revealing a roast, surrounded by vegetables.
“There. Not that you deserve it, after yougrowledat me like that.”
“Thanks,” he said, sitting down at the table.
“Now, you can get up and get your own beer,” she said.
And he realized that he was anticipating her handing it to him. She had trained him. Like a damn dog. He’d lived by himself for years, and even when he lived with other people they never did a damn thing for him. And now he was sitting there, expecting to be waited on by Alaina.
He got up and stormed to the fridge in a fury.
“Now, if you’re going to be in a bad mood...”
