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Baseball. My mom. How to change a car battery. I listed as many unsexy things as I could, chanting them to myself to settle the active member between my legs.
I had to change gears.
“Let’s go into town tomorrow.” I plucked the idea out of nowhere.
Faith tilted her head. “Town? Why go into town?”
“Change of scenery.”
She leaned forward, hands curled around the lip of the counter. “Aren’t there people in town? I thought you wanted to keep me hidden like Belle.”
I ran a hand over my scruff. “Not the damn Beauty and the Beast reference again. You realize that makes me the beast.”
She sized me up from her spot on the counter. “I’m well aware.”
Fuck, I had to get out of this kitchen and fast before I did something I regretted.
“It will be good to get out. Wear a disguise, we don’t want anyone to notice you.”
“A disguise? Seriously?”
“Do you have any hats? Or maybe a wig?”
“A wig! Uh, sorry, sir, I can’t say that I packed a wig when I decided at the last minute to come down here.”
I picked up my phone. “I’ll overnight something.”
She looked skeptical. “What, you have a wig guy on standby?”
“Something like that.”
“More cryptic statements. You’re the king of them.”
I grabbed her empty plate and piled it into the dishwasher with mine. “Be ready by seven.”
Her mouth gaped open. “Seven in the morning?”
“Good night, Faith.”
“If you say so, Sebastian.”
TWELVE
FAITH
“We’ll stop by the coffee shop first.”
“Oh, thank God,” I said, trying to keep my eyes open. A seven o’clock departure time wouldn’t have been so bad if I had gone to bed at a normal hour. But that hadn’t happened. By the time we finished our sandwiches last night it had been well past one in the morning. And it wasn’t like I could just turn things off after that interaction in the kitchen with Sebastian.
After my almost heart attack from him sneaking up on me, he proceeded to make me the best damn peanut butter sandwich of my life.
I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me anything to eat. Most of my previous partners had wined and dined me, taking me to the fanciest places in the city. They were always trying to outdo themselves and show me off wherever they could.
For some reason, I couldn’t imagine Sebastian doing that. Nor would I want him to. I’d take a PB&J in his cozy kitchen over any fancy restaurant. It felt more real than I was used to and wasn’t that a sad realization.
Ever since my mom died, I’d been having a lot of those realizations. Perhaps I had more time to reflect on what I wanted, and it was the wake up call I needed to live authentically. I didn’t want any more of the bullshit that came with being the daughter of a wealthy family. Sure, I loved it growing up, reveled in it, even, but that revelry ended when Mom died. It hadn’t taken long to see who my real friends were. Few people called to check on me after the funeral. Grief kind of killed the fun going-out vibes my old friends preferred.
It was why I gravitated to Daisy so quickly. There wasn’t a fake bone in her body. She didn’t care about my family name, or our wealth and it didn’t stop her from talking to my brother like he was a real person and not some billionaire.
