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Chapter Twenty-Eight
“You’ve dumped your friends for cock.”
Turning away from my office filing cabinet later that week, I frowned at Sabrina. “What?”
Standing in front of my desk with her arms folded, she briefly inclined her head as she conceded, “Okay, so,occasionallyyou’ll meet me and Tamara for drinks or whatever. But that’s the problem—you only do it occasionally.”
I sighed. “You act like you rarely see me.”
“Spending time with you at work isn’t the same thing. It’s not socializing.”
“True.” There was a low screech of metal as I pulled open a cabinet drawer. “But just because I’m not going out with you on the regular doesn’t mean I’m blowing you off for dick or anything else.” I tugged a file out of the drawer and then closed it. “Dax and I swore we’d spend time together at home like other couples do.As you’re well-aware.”
“Yeah,” Sabrina begrudgingly allowed, “but these past few weeks, you’ve been spending way more time with him than you used to.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Uh, yeah, you have.”
Yes, I had. Because I liked being around him. A lot.
I looked forward to going home to him. I enjoyed having dinner with him, spending time with him, and hearing about his day. And I loved that we’d developed a strong, healthy rapport. None of which I cared to share with my friend, since I didn’t want to admit that I was growing to care for the man I’d married as part of a damn business transaction.
A little annoyed by my emotional situation, I slapped the file on my desk. “I’m a homebody. You know that.”
“You like being at home and cozying up with a book, sure, but you also like to venture out and meet friends for drinks and stuff. Lately, though, you’ve been a total hermit.”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel neglected. Where is it you want us to go? I’ll make it happen.”
She pursed her lips. “Nowhere in particular.”
“What date did you have in mind?”
“I don’t have any in mind.”
I felt my shoulders drop as a long sigh slid out of me. “So, basically, you’re just taking an opportunity to moan.”
Sabrina took a step closer to the desk. “What I’m doing is noticing that you’re happily spendingfarmore time at home than you used to. So either you’re becoming emotionally attached to Dax’s penis, or to him.”
I stilled, my insides seizing. “It’s neither.” The words came out flat and stiff.
Her face went slack. “Oh my God, it’s the latter,” she somehow sensed.
“No, it’s not,” I snapped, sounding defensive even to my own ears.
“Don’t live in denial. It’s boring.”
“I’m not in denial, I’m just … denying it to you.” I returned to my seat. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
She took the chair opposite mine, her expression soft. “It seemed a given that you two would eventually develop a companionable bond of sorts—one that comes with sharing important life-milestones together, like having kids and stuff. But I wasn’t expecting it to happen quite so soon.”
I felt my brows draw together. “I don’t know if I could say we’ve bonded. Dax is quite the emotional loner.”
She hummed, thoughtful. “Let me ask you a question. Ishehome more than he used to be?”
I twisted my mouth, considering it. “Yes.”
