Page 68 of Fake Wife

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Page 68 of Fake Wife

Perfect timing.

I can’t wait to have more of her.

“Jesus,” she gasps as I push off her to answer the door.

“Close.” I wink. “But I’m not sure I’m saintly enough for the title.”

She’s still laughing softly, lying on the couch when I return with pizza and plates. She stretches languidly and sits up, and I sit close to her, digging into our dinner.

“Do you want to talk about today?” I ask her, taking a bite from my third piece of pizza.

One more thing I like about Teagan? The girl can eat. She’s a piece or two ahead of me, and I don’t know where she puts that shit, but it definitely explains her ass I like so much.

I slide the pizza box closer to her.

“I went to the library to see William.” She takes a sip of her wine and smiles at me. That blinding smile that makes me hard. “And by the way, he says before he walks me down the aisle he wants to meet you. We talked about dinner this week.”

“Sounds good.” I can’t wait to meet someone Teagan actually likes and who feels the same way about her. I wipe my mouth with a napkin and drink from my beer. “Just let me know when and I’ll make it work.”

“You’ll like him.”

“I’ll like anyone who respects you,” I say, arching my brow. She knows I wasn’t asking about William.

“I don’t know what happened with Drake,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “He found me at Powell’s like he’s been waiting for me, or looking for me or something. He gave some excuse about Missy…”

Her voice trails and I give her time to gather her thoughts. The last time we ran into him I acted like a raging prick. Now I know it’s because even then I was falling for her, but I don’t want to screw this up.

She’s yelled at me enough about my temper, and the last thing I want is to become my old man. Who was just as big of an asshole when I saw him today as he always is.

“Anyway,” she waves her hand and grabs another piece of pizza. “It doesn’t matter. His excuses are empty, and really, like I said, things were over with us. I was just holding on to a memory of what used to be good.”

It kills me to say it, but I force it out with gritted teeth. “You can talk about him, you know. You spent seven years with Drake. He’s bound to come up.”

“I’m not avoiding talking about him because you might get mad,” she says, looking at me and smiling. “It’s just, there’s not a lot to say about earlier. He apologized, said whatever he felt like he needed to, and I got to say goodbye. It hurts, because like you said, there’s time invested. But it doesn’t hurt like it’s fresh anymore.”

God I hope she’s telling the truth.

“So you got closure.”

“Yeah. Plus, I got some great books on starting your own business.”

I pull her to me, throwing my arm over her shoulder and tugging her close until I can kiss her hair. She always smells like lavender. Tastes like cherries from her lip balm. It’s becoming some strange obsession. Her sweet cunt and pretty scent and fruity lips. We could bottle it and make millions.

“Look at you, Miss Entrepreneur. If you need anything, I’m sure Trey can help you, too.”

And me, but I know she’s not liking the idea of me taking care of her. I’ll let Trey handle her business shit until she realizes all I want to do is take care of her.

I’m not falling for her. I’ve already fallen and I don’t care how big of a pussy it might make me.

I’m pretty certain I’m in love with this woman. Eleanor once told me she and my grandpa fell in love within minutes of meeting each other. If it’s possible for that to happen, then why should days or weeks be impossible?

“Thank you,” she whispers. She tilts her head back and kisses my jaw, then my throat. I can feel her smiling against my skin and I hold her tighter. “Thanks for being good about today and Drake. Didn’t you want to talk about some things this morning?”

“Yeah.” I’m having a hard time thinking about what they are, though. She smells good. She feels better. She’s already come once, which means if I take her now, I’ll get to play longer.

My dick jumps at the thought. I think of baseball stats and my earlier conversation with my dad.

That shrivels my balls right up.