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“Alicia, I’m sure you remember Dax,” I said.
“It’s good to see you,” she told him.
“Likewise,” he smoothly responded.
I was glad he didn’t do as most guys did and flash her a sexy smile, because I would have later regretted having subsequently kicked him in the junk. Probably.
He resettled his attention on me and handed me back my sunglasses. “Two days, Addison. We’ll talk again then.”
“Living for it,” I quipped.
His lips bowed, and he then stalked toward where his youngest brother stood. It took everything I had not to watch that tight ass as he left.
Alicia set the tray on the end of my lounger and then perched her butt on the edge of her own. “I take it he was wondering if you’ve made up your mind yet. Although that doesn’t explain why your cheeks are all red.”
Having placed my glasses on the small table, I sat back down, crossed my legs lotus-style, and then plucked a box of nachos from the tray. “He used his sex voice on me.”
Her lips twitched into a smile. “Mystery solved.”
Chewing on my nacho, I fought the urge to glance in his direction. I wouldn’t look. I wouldn’t.
“Why didn’t you just tell him that you’ve already decided what you’re going to do?”
“Because I haven’t decided.”
“Liar. We both know you’re going to go ahead with it. You’re just struggling to admit it to yourself. You feel like youshouldn’twant to do it, and you’re letting that hold you back. Fuck what you should and shouldn’t do.”
“Dax said something similar,” I muttered.
“Great minds think alike.” Alicia bit into one of her fries. “Do what you’ve always done and go after what you want. Or let me have him.”
Telling myself that my belly didnotdo a nauseating little roll, I grabbed my fresh bottle of water and opened it. “He’s likely got a backup woman in mind,” I grumbled, not sure I wanted to know who it was. “He’s a guy who always has his bases covered.”
“Maybe. But he would obviously rather have you or he wouldn’t have suggested marriage to you—pact or no pact.” She ate another fry. “Be honest, you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
I swallowed a mouthful of water. “Probably.”
She grinned. “And I get to keep the house, right?”
“You get that opportunistic streak from Dad, you know.”
“I know. It’s a flaw, but it works for me, Mrs. Mercier.”
Shooting her a dark look, I set the bottle on the table. “Don’t do that.”
“You’ll go by that title soon. Might as well get used to it. It suits you.”
I waved a hand. “Whatever. Eat your fries.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Mercier.”
“I said,don’t.”
Chapter Seven
Having been told that I’d find Sabrina in the break room, I walked into said room the next morning. The smells of coffee, toast, and citrus-scented cleaner greeted me.
It was a typical break room. Lockers lined the cream walls near the vending machine. Four plastic lemon chairs gathered around each of the three circular white tables. The contemporary kitchenette featured all the necessary appliances.
