“No. I went deaf.”
God save me from sarcastic assholes.
Unfortunately, I surrounded myself with them and one of them was my damn husband who laughed so hard coffee shot out of his noise.
“I hope that burned,” I said to the asshole beside me, and to the asshole on the phone I said, “Have Priest do as Declan suggested. The last thing Marcie needs is to get some fucked up package while she’s dealing with her dad.”
“Will do.”
The phone went dead, and I sighed, falling back on the couch, my coffee held aloft so as not to spill. Fucking white couches in a family room had to be the stupidest idea ever. I didn’t care if you didn’t have little kids. But I bit my tongue. The doc and his wife could afford to replace the furniture if it was stained.
“Shit.”
I turned to Declan, who’d hopped up from the sofa and was swiping at the couch, muttering under his breath the whole time.
“No one needs fucking white furniture. It’s fucking flaunty, overblown, pretentiousness.”
I tried. I really did, but there was no way I was holding the laughter in. “Fuck, I missed you.”
“You’ve said that. What triggered it this time?”
“Flaunty, overblown, pretentiousness? Doesn’t that all mean the same thing?”
He rolled his eyes and turned toward the kitchen. When he didn’t return, I found him at the island whisking eggs. I hugged him from behind.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
I wasn’t for sure I had, but I wanted him to know that it hadn’t been my intent. We both walked on eggshells still, trying our damnedest to not fuck up any progress we made.
He turned, his hands cupping my face. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling away before I wanted. “You didn’t. I guess I didn’t realize I did that.”
I laughed, pressing my lips to his, whispering, “You do. And I didn’t realize you did it either until I had to look up one of the words after you did it once, and found out all the words in your mini tirade were synonyms.”
“Would it hurt your feelings if I said, I wish Marcie were here?”
“No. I wish the same. When things settle down, I’d love to get away, just the three of us, if she’s willing, and get to know each other.”
“I agree. A getaway would be nice. The last few days haven’t been enough for me to say anything other than I’m insanely attracted to her.”
“Can you see more than attraction?”
“Yeah. I can. I saw it plainly when she stepped into the kitchen with us the other morning, but it’s different than it was with you. You came into my life like a tornado. You dropped from the sky and took me by storm. She’s like…”
“A mist?
I smiled. “Yeah. Exactly that. She’s rolled in slowly, filling all the nooks and crannies and softening everything around her.”
“That explains it perfectly. Do you think…”
Our phones buzzed, cutting off Declan’s words. I cursed the interruption but pulled my phone out. My face broke, turning the scowl into a wide grin at who the notification came from.
“She messaged.”
The wonder in Declan’s voice reminded me of a kid at Christmas, but mine wouldn’t have been any different if I opened my mouth at that moment.
Marcie
I don’t know what to do.
