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“Who doesn’t like colors?” she countered, looking at him like he was insane. Who was she kidding? He probably was. Who didn’t know their favorite color?
“What’s your favorite car?” he asked, and she blinked at him. Her favorite car? She didn’t even know the brand of her own.
“Barbie’s dream car.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Barbie’s dream car, huh?” She nodded enthusiastically.
“So, if you ever want to get me a car. That’s the one.”
“Noted.” He kept laughing and shaking his head. It always made her feel good knowing she made him so happy, that she’d somehow managed to make this grumpy man smile.
Her face softened as she watched him, a grin curving her lips. He caught her gaze, and they stared at each other. The birdschirped around them, and the sun warmed their skin. The air was cool and fresh. It was the perfect day. The perfect moment.
The perfect man.
Jett leaned toward her, reaching out to prop himself up on his hand. But it was too late to stop him as he set it right on her painting, his hand going completely through the canvas. Paint coated his skin, and he jerked back, cursing under his breath.
A lump formed in her throat as she stared at the massive hole in her painting, but she swallowed it down.
“Fuck. Fuck! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sor?—”
“It’s okay,” she rasped, grabbing the canvas in her hands. “It’s alright.”
“Abbie, I’msosorry.” He sounded frantic as he kept apologizing, repeating the same words over and over. All she could do was stare at her destroyed painting, though. But it would be okay. Itwasokay. It was a mistake; he didn’t do it on purpose.
His eyes were massive, his face pale when she looked at him. He looked so unlike himself; he was acting so unlike himself; she didn’t understand why. The breakfast fiasco, now this? Jett didn’t make mistakes like this. He didn’t mess up, and if he did, it was never like this.
Her mind wandered back to the ring under the bed, and she let out a long breath as realization hit her. He was nervous about proposing. Of course, he was nervous. Who wouldn’t be?
“It’s okay, Daddy,” she said, trying to sound as cheerful as she could. “I can paint another.” He just stared at her, looking at her like she might have six heads. But she didn’t. She knew she didn’t.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” She slowly nodded, ignoring the ruined painting as she set it down.
“I know,” she said gently, resting her hand on his tattooed forearm.
“You were working so hard on it.” He pinched between his eyes as he let out a harsh breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Daddy,” she groaned. “It’s okay!” He still looked like he didn’t believe her. How was she supposed to make this better? She hated that he was so stressed. Hated that there was nothing she could do to make it better.
Unless…
She had an idea. It would either backfire completely, or it could totally work to get his mind off things.
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“Iwant to film a sex tape.”
Jett choked on his water, his eyes nearly falling out of his head. “What?”
“I want to film a sex tape,” Abbie repeated. “Like we’ve talked about before. I want you to record us…” She trailed off at the look on his face. Oh, no. Had she finally done it? Had she finally stunned him into cardiac arrest? “Are you okay? Is it a stroke? A heart attack? Should I call the doctor? Where’s your life alert button?”
“Abbie,” he growled, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ.” He wiped the water from his mouth with his palm, still staring at her. He looked a bit pale. Maybe she really should consider getting him a life alert. “You want to make a sex tape?”
She nodded enthusiastically, forgetting about his potential health issues. It had been about twenty minutes since they’d come inside, and he was still upset and moping. Even though she’d told him it was okay a million times, he still felt terrible.
She would’ve suggested the sex tape thing sooner, but it took her a solid ten minutes to work up the courage to ask, and then another ten to get the words out. After he cleaned the paint offtheir bodies, he made a quick snack of apple slices and cheese. Thankfully, eating took a few minutes, so she had a reason to not say anything. Probably good she didn’t mention it while eating too, otherwise he might’ve choked.
