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“I am. Thank you.”
Uncertainty sounds in her voice from the name. That’s fine. She might as well demand the respect she deserves with or without the title. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. “Come on. Let’s get some breakfast. I’m starving.”
We leave the man to let himself out but she still glances over her shoulder. “Thank you! See you on Saturday.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Dude practically runs out of the room to the foyer. All of his arrogance extinguished the way I like. Now he won’t be a problem until he learns the quandary he’s in from me.
At the aptly named breakfast bar, she climbs on a stool and meets my gaze. “Why did you have him call me that? Balthazar and I aren’t married yet.”
“Don’t play coy. I know you liked it.”
Her giggle confirms what I suspected.
“I know. I’m excited to get married too but I don’t want to be a liar.”
I shrug. “You weren’t. I was.”
Our housekeeper ends the discussion, setting plates in front of us heaped with omelets, hashbrowns, and bacon. Thank fuck.
I inhale my food while Seraphina thanks Mary and cuts small pieces of eggs before daintily sliding the bite into her mouth. I’m almost finished, and she isn’t even a quarter in.
I roll my eyes. Girls.
“What do you have left to do for the wedding?”
She lights up from my question and sets her fork down. At this rate, she’ll never finish before Balthazar comes for her.
“Just the last of the decorating. The flowers deliver tomorrow.”
Sounds like work but she never sees the labor as effort.
“Do you want to help me?”
“No.”
Laughter from her and Mary bounces through the room. They both know I’m lazy unless I’m fighting. “I don’t want to be a liar.”
“Hey!”
Little fists curl on her hips from me mocking her. The exploding smile gives her away. She still loves me, and I always want it to stay that way. “If you’re free tonight, I want you to watch me practice. Rude’s coming over.”
The implication of what I’m really asking flashes in her eyes, and her lips part with a sharp inhalation. “I’d like that.”
I can’t help my own grin. “I know. Me too.”
Mary must sense the filth brewing between us because she scurries away after pouring Seraphina more orange juice and disappears into the pantry. “It makes Rude pretty happy too.”
I swear she attempts to hide her moan when her hand touches her chest. Luckily, as my brother strolls in, he doesn’t catch anything but her flushed face.
The obsessed bastard he is, he frowns and palms her cheek. “Are you okay angel?”
All of her attention swings to him. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Uncertainty still lines his face. My work here is done. I hop up and pat him on the shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
As usual, he’s a grump and snarls at me. “For what?”
