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She spins to face me, her breath rapid and her eyes lit up. “Harrison, I’m sorry if—”
“—No one has ever fought for me like that.” I lift my hand, brush her cheek and let my palm settle at the base of her neck, my fingers intertwined with her hair, pressed to her soft skin. Her gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips and her breathing shallows. Uncertainty gleams in her gaze, but I also see a want there. Leaning in closer, I kiss her forehead softly. “Thank you,” I breathe against her.
The memory of kissing her on our wedding day comes to the forefront of my mind. Her soft lips, her sweet taste, the way she melted against me. Memories I haven’t been able to forget.
Her hands snake around my sides and grip onto my blazer, her touch firm and pleading. “Harrison, I—”
“Oh God, sorry.” An employee barrels into the small space we’re sharing, and their eyes ping pong between us, realisation dawning that they’re interrupting something. “I needed to get something, but I’ll come back.” They spin around and Zoey deflates. I drop my hand and stare at her. Cataloguing the freckles she tries to hide under make up, the perfect shade of ocean blue in her eyes, the cute little scar she has near her eyebrow. I want to touch her and memorise everything.Fuck, I think I might like my wife.
“We should probably…” she says, her hot breath dusting across my beard, sneaking through the gaps to reach my skin.
I clear my throat and sigh. “We should.”
And just like that, the moment has gone, and all I wanted to do was kiss my wife.
For real.
Chapter 28
Zoey
Youknowthatacheyou get in your feet from being on them all day? The kind that snakes up your heels, into your lower back and then gives you a tension headache too?
I feel like I have one of those, but it’s not because of being on my feet, it’s the lack of being on my back, or my knees, or any position that might relieve this sexual tension in my body.
Harrison almost kissed me. I almost bitch slapped his ex, and he almost kissed me. If I’d known that it would be that easy to get him to give in, I would’ve invited her over for tea way sooner.
I’ve played the role of wife incredibly well today, given that I’ve never had any experience in being a long term girlfriend, let alone a wife. But Harrison has been smiling at me like I hung the moon all afternoon since our almost kiss and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me preen every time. Having that man’s attention is like being bathed in direct sunlight, and I’m becoming obsessed.
“Zo?” Max gets my attention, nudging my shoulder with his.
“Yeah?”
“Harrison said you’ve had some issues with the shelter?”
He did? Damn, why would he do that? Surely, the topic is off limits because it’s an obvious reason why I need my trust fund early. What if he suspects? What if Dad asked him to spy on me?Oh God, breathe, Zoey. Somehow, I manage to school my face despite my inner turmoil.
“Nothing. Headache is all,” I lie because apparently, that’s all I do with my brothers now. “We had a plumbing issue with the new building.” Then I think back to the fact that the very insurance company my name is connected to is trying to fob me off and frustration thrums in my ears. “Actually, it’s annoying because I’m trying to claim through the insurance and I’m getting the runaround. Is that how Dad stays so rich? He never pays out on claims.”
Max’s brows slope. “I’ll talk to customer claims and expedite yours. Send me your claim number.” He stares at me again. “Why didn’t you tell me you had issues with insurance?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Pride, probably.”
“Zoey,” he sighs. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve got your back.”
“I know. But I’m also capable of sorting my own mess. Please don’t say anything to Dad about the shelter.”
He slowly nods. “I won’t. But you have to promise me no more lies, okay?”
God, way to guilt a girl. “Okay,” I agree, forcing a smile. “No more lies.” At least no more beyond the ones you’re already believing.
A warm hand finds my back and makes me jolt, my husband catches me and wraps my arms around his waist, holding me to him. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you jump. Are you ready to go?” My pulse evens out from his proximity and there’s that damn smile again.
I rest my chin on his chest and look up at him, exhaling a long breath. “I’m ready. Take me home, husband.”
Max chuckles behind us. “That’s my cue to leave. I do not need any other details.” He slaps Harrison’s shoulder and disappears.
My stomach flutters with holding him like this, out in the open. If only I could do it in private too. “Let’s go,” I say. “I’ll text Nora and Jess from the car.”
