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Laughter erupts.
“Did you hear?”
“He thinks privacy exists in Winter Falls.”
“It’s cute.”
“He’ll learn.”
“It’s not as if he’s going anywhere.”
“Not when Soleil is here to stay.”
“AHEM!” Brody clears his throat with such force I’m afraid he may have hurt his vocal cords. “I don’t care if Winter Falls doesn’t believe in privacy. I don’t care how small towns work. The only thing I care about is protecting Soleil’s privacy.”
I squash the butterflies threatening to awaken at his words. This is no time for butterflies. Besides, they’re not allowed out when it comes to Brody.
“You made things ten times worse.”
He squeezes my middle. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle everyone.” He glances around at the people staring at us. “At the very least, I’ll install shutters on your house.”
He’ll handle everything?He can’t possibly know how I long for a man to handle everything. How much I wish someone would take care of me for once instead of the other way around.
Knock it off, Soleil.Brody is not the man for you. He’s an immature prankster, remember?
Chapter 13
Is sleep cuddling a thing? ~ Message from Soleil to Harmony
Igroan when the phone rings and wakes me in the middle of the night.
“Make it stop,” I mutter as I cuddle into my pillow.
My warm, life-sized pillow. Wait a minute. I don’t have a life-sized pillow. I draw my hand along the pillow and encounter smooth skin. I yank my hand away. Nope. This is not a pillow.
I knife up in bed. “What the hell? Why are you on my side of the bed?” I yell at Brody.
Brody yawns before nodding to the other side of the bed – my side of the bed – which is completely and totally empty since I’m practically laying on top of him on his side. How did I get here?
“I don’t get it,” I say as I look back and forth between the sides of the bed. “Where’s the Soleil Wall?”
“Where it is every night until I put it back together before you wake up.” He nods toward the floor where all the pillows are piled up.
“You reassemble the wall every morning?”
“And put a shirt on,” he says as he grabs his t-shirt from the floor.
This makes zero sense. How did this happen?
“I don’t get it. Am I dreaming?”
He grins. “I’ve been living my dream every night for the past two weeks.”
I slap his shoulder. “I’m being serious here.”
He captures my hand. “Me too.”
“This is a disaster.” I tug on my hand but he refuses to let me go.
