I’m not a good guy.
I never claimed to play by the rules.
But, for Meirna’s sake, I’ll try to cage the impulsive urge to not only protect her all the time, but also not to kill Bobby.
Chapter 22
Meirna
Idon’t think this man ever turns completely off.
I spent all day dragging him around Prague, from our Historical Centre Tour that covered Wenceslas Square to the Estates Theatre, where Mozart performed, to the Art Nouveau building and the Jewish Quarter.
We stopped at a pub for lunch-dinner, filling up on several dishes because I couldn’t choose just one, and he hasn’t complained once.
He intently watched A Charlie Brown Christmas and only smirked at some parts—not laughed—when I put on The Santa Claus.
Now, with Home Alone playing in the background, Bronte and I are sitting on the floor, almost knee to knee, playing a game of chess.
And he’s good.
Like how annoying it is playing Bingo with Richard, even though he cheats.
However, I don’t say anything as I try to concentrate on my next move, but it’s hard to do so when I have a man of Bronte Vasiliou’s caliber.
Bronte graduated from the Athens University of Economics and Business at the top of his class. Hisadoptedfather, Basil Vasiliou, died the day we met, just like he said, from a heart attack. Old headlines gossip about another woman entering the picture days after his passing, not allowing the family to properly grieve, and claiming she had Basil’s love child and smearing his name across the business world.
Callie, his sister, suffered from severe depression and started acting out. She was seen drunk at parties and leaving with several men. The media depicted her as an heiress who was about to pull a Paris Hilton, but worse.
Then the headlines suddenly stopped.
Bronte has never been publicly seen with another woman, which makes sense, because I don’t see him doing PDA and smearing his personal life everywhere.
He owns Argo Freight, a billion-dollar shipping company, the largest on the East Coast.
Bronte keeps a very low profile with his business as well. There are no Wikipedia pages for him. No juicy headlines about him being seen with someone or even getting a speeding ticket.
He exists, but he doesn’t.
But Bobby made up for it.
Still, how did Alan and Catherine Hardingnotknow their other son was in Boston—a three-hour drive from New York City—and it’s going to be wild to see how they react when they find out I married the wrong son.
In their eyes.
In mine, currently, I’m surprisingly content with where I sit.
However, I know it’s going to come to an end the moment we leave Prague. The world is going to cave in. Bronte and I didn’t grow together in a relationship where we have each other’s things at the other’s place, nor have we had any discussions about something long-term.
I know he’s giving me space to sort it all out.
And, honestly, being married to Bronte gives me hives, and not being married to him makes me a little upset.
I’m confused.
Bronte reaches across the board and moves his bishop over three spaces, and that puts my queen in jeopardy.
“You like to corner things, don’t you?” I mutter teasingly, staring at the board so I can develop my next move.
