“Yep. Let’s go.”
“No.” I gently press my hand to his chest to keep him here. “You wanted to watch this. I’m just not feeling like I can sit still for another two hours.”
“Then I won’t tell you it’s closer to three hours.”
“Yeah… You stay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’m going to think about baby names and whether we can rearrange our house or need to buy a new one.”
Oscar smiles. “Okay. Say hi to at least one person on the way.”
I roll my eyes. “I spent nine months saying hi to random people, Oz. I’m ready for a break.”
“Just say hi to someone. Love you.”
Huffing, I lean down and kiss him. “Love you. Enjoy your long ass movie.”
I leave him and step out into the setting sun. I actually feel better now that we’re making the decision to grow our family. It feels like I’m no longer sitting in limbo, waiting for the next big step.
Maybe I just had the steps wrong all along. Maybe I added a step that was never supposed to be there. While it hurts my heart to think that, I have to admit that maybe it’s true.
On the way back to the bungalow, I stop and grab something to eat. I choose a rice bowl inside a fried tortilla serving as thebowl that’s definitely easier to eat sitting down. But I’m hungry, so I don’t wait.
I finish eating on the deck and stare down at the water, something I find myself doing a lot. A lone figure catches my attention. He’s meandering along, hands in his pockets, watching the water. Or maybe the sunset. When he stops and bends over with his hands on his knees, I wonder if something’s wrong.
Is he having a heart attack? Did he step on a nail? Did something come out of the sand and bite his foot or something?
After he remains like that for a minute, I get up to make sure he’s okay. As I get closer, he stands and starts walking again. Okay, maybe he’s not hurt. Maybe he was just… looking at his feet?
However, he glances my way, and I’m very obviously heading directly toward him so I can’t just abort. There’s no choice but to go say hi.
Look at me doing as my husband demanded. I deserve a gold star for this.
Then again, this man is awfully beautiful with the setting sun shining on his hair, making it glow gold, like he has a halo. We’re at such an angle that he’s currently backlit by the sun as if he has his own shine. Like an angel.
CHAPTER 8
ROUX
Oh great. Now I need to make an excuse to get away from a guy on the beach. Is it too much to ask for a little peace?
“I don’t want to suck your dick, and I don’t need mine sucked,” I say when he gets close.
The man—who’s fucking breathtaking by the way—stares at me, startled, for a solid minute, then he bursts out laughing. “Thanks for the parameters. May I suggest something else?”
I frown.
“Just want to know the rules.”
Rolling my eyes, I say, “It’s not so far-fetched that a combination of those words was going to come out of your mouth at some point.”
“Oh, no, you’re absolutely right. I had no intention of saying them, but your odds that someone’s going to lead with that are high.”
“Astronomically.”
He’s still smiling, and damn, it’s pretty.
