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“So I don’t have to worry about you starving.”
Much calmer now, she even laughs. Although I’m feeling troubled from my thoughts surrounding his father. I shake my head. “No, not at all. I will be stuffed for the entire weekend if the dinner is as good as the hors d’oeuvres.”
“Well, we’ll be home on Monday, so you have to come over for supper, like usual. He can’t keep you away from us.”
And, the apprehension returns. She sounds as possessive as Balthazar. “He won’t, I swear. I’ll be there, and I can’t wait to hear all about your trip.”
“Same. I want to hear every detail of your time with him.”
Not every detail or she’ll flip out. But I’m more than happy to share the ones she can tolerate, reducing her concern over our relationship with how good he is to me. How much he spoils me. How well he treats me. “Okay. I love you sis and see you soon.”
“I love you too. Alex sends his love too. And don’t forget about waiting until you’re married!”
Before I can respond to her inappropriate reminder, she clicks off. I can’t help but laugh. I know I’m falling in love with Balthazar, and he plans to propose, but we’re a long way from marriage.
Gaspar
“I’m supposed to be marrying her.”
Balthazar pours us both another whiskey, grumbling at me after my confession that I want to share Seraphina.
Neither of us needs more alcohol but we wordlessly agree we’re guzzling some anyway. He glances at me over his shoulder at the wet bar.
“She’s supposed to be the one.”
Obviously, she is. “I know.”
“Then why are you fucking it up? Is this a mid-life crisis or something?”
“I don’t know what the fuck it is.”
His laugh is bitter and frustrated as he hands me my drink. I nod to him and swallow down the entirety before my gaze hits the doorway to the hallway where, after eavesdropping via the cameras, we figured out our girl has gone to talk to her friend Bree.
I’m sure the young woman called under the guise of wishing her a happy holiday or something similar. But we all know that’s an excuse—she’s just checking on Seraphina.
Which is fine because her absence gives us time to talk albeit not very long. Luckily, we’re men of few words.
I set down my glass carefully and choose my words even more so. “Listen. I’ve only felt this way about one other woman. I know it’s fucked up but that doesn’t change it.”
The glare he gives me would wither any other man.
“I’ve known her a month. You’ve known her a few hours. How the fuck can you think you want her?”
I allow his impudence because of the situation. Only because of the situation. “When did you know?”
“Fuck!” He slams his booze against the counter and squeezes his eyes shut, huffing out an aggravated breath. “When I met her.”
I knew it. “There’s something about her, son. Something special. I sensed it when you talked to me about her in my office and showed me her picture. Then that phone call. Now, after spending time with her, I just can’t deny it.”
“She’s supposed to be my wife, have your grandkids. That’s the reason you and London set all this up. Now you’re willing to risk fucking it up because you want to fuck her.”
His voice is low and hard. I respond in kind. “Do not disrespect her or me that way. It’s more than that and you know it. I’m not trying to fuck up anything. But I can’t ignore it either.”
I swear he bares his teeth at me, the beast inside of him fighting for what he thinks is only his. “So we share her? We fucking share sweet, innocent Seraphina?”
No reason to pretend now like we have any morals when we never have before. “Yes.”
He shakes his head. “What if she saysno?”
