“Because?”
“We’re not fully committed. And you shouldn’t leave your life behind?—”
“I’mfully committed to you, Meirna. I’m notBobby.”
He spits his brother’s name out like it’s rancid in his mouth. It also sounds like a conviction that I’d even deal with and want to marry that.
Him.
NotBronte.
“I don’t want you to put so much pressure on this,” I mutter. “I have until New Year’s?—”
“You can divorce me, Daydream,” he professes, his voice strained. “But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving to go anywhere.”
I stare openly at him. I’ve never met a man who would allow a woman to divorce him but still want to give the relationship a shot.
I’m fully committed.
Yeah.
Apparently, we are.
And Bobby’s here.
Bobby’s here, and I could go back to New York right now. I could leave with him, listen to his fake apologies, but eventually get away from both of them so I can think.
“What if I left and went somewhere?” I concede evenly. “If I…wanted to leave.”
“Here?” I slowly nod. “If that’s what you want.”
“With Bobby.”
Just like I imagined, Bronte’s whole body tenses, and his eyes bore into me like I called him by his brother’s name again.
I’m testing the waters.
I’m pushing him to see if he’s as dangerous as Ithink he might be to my emotional state, or if he’s something I need to run away from.
“Bobby,” Bronte repeats, sounding as though his temper is working on either staying dormant or ready to explode. “As my wife, I have an obligation to protect you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Can you?” He aimlessly tosses the TV remote to the couch and moves toward the kitchen. “You’re lookin’ to make me crazy, aren’t you, Daydream?”
I don’t respond, waiting for his next move. Any other inkling that he’s going to do something drastic, like, I don’t know, marry me or something.
Bronte stops on the other side of the counter, still in the living room, but the wall in front of us doesn’t stop me from being slightly nervous.
“Yes or no, Daydream?”
I swallow. “Yes or no, what?”
“That you’re fucking with me. Because, if you’re not, I’ll walk you to the elevator myself. I’ll even have my driver personally take you and my brother to the airport. You can even take my private jet.”
“Why?” I hedge softly. “So you can kill Bobby on the way there?”
He doesn’t blink or hesitate when he says, “The idea has crossed my mind. I can’t say I’m a fan that my wife still has a hard-on for my brother. Murdering him would take care of that problem. You wouldn't have another man to run to. One who’s been with you in ways that makes me want to torture him before I end his life. However, I’m game for you to go home with him if you are.”
