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Chewing on food, Blake snorted. “That can’t be possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible,” Dax told him, cutting into his salmon.
A slow blink from Blake. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly. You should see the size of her bookcase. It’s even bigger than Mom’s.”
Blake shook his head, clearly doubtful.
“It is huge,” I conceded, lifting my cutlery. “I adore it.”
“It has rails with sliding ladders.” Dax ate a chunk of salmon. “There’s hardly any spaces on the shelves. Addison has amassed one hell of a collection of books.”
“I’m not seeing the problem,” I said, raising my shoulders.
“No, neither am I,” Kensey cut in.
Blake slid her a quick look. “You would say that. Reading is an addiction for you—plain and simple.”
Kensey flicked up a challenging brow. “And?”
With another snort, he resettled his gaze on me. “How’re your parents doing?”
“Fine.” I scooped up a forkful of lime rice. “My dad says you two confer regularly over whether you think this marriage could be on the rocks.”
Blake eyed me, clearly doubtful. “I’m not sure why he’d say that. In fact, I’m quite sure he wouldn’t have. You’re calling my bluff.”
I smiled. “Am I?”
Blake looked at his son. “Is she?”
“I don’t know.” Dax lifted his glass and took a sip of his water. “But you probablydoconfer with Dane.”
Blake scoffed. “I have far better things to do than gossip about your marriage.”
“And yet, you’re very likely still doing it,” Dax hedged.
His mouth curving, Blake sliced off a chunk of salmon. “He likes you, you know. He just doesn’t like that he likes you. He’s determined to loathe you, as a matter of fact. But he’s struggling with it.”
I heaved a tired sigh. “I think it’s all so dumb.”
Kensey nodded, her mouth full.
“When you have kids of your own, you’ll understand his struggles,” Blake told me.
I shook my head. “No, even then, I really don’t think I will.”
Again, Blake cut his gaze to his son. “You will.”
“Yeah, I will,” Dax agreed.
Lifting my glass, I cast my husband a sideways glance. “I’d like us to get along with whoever our children’s choice of partner happens to be.”
“I’ll get along with them just fine.” Dax dipped a small slice of salmon in his sauce. “I’ll simply never for a moment make them feel welcome.”
I frowned. “I don’t see how the two can go together.”
“They will. You’ll see.”
