“Excuse me…”
I exhale sharply. “Roman, I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. Whom I dateor sleep withis truly none of your business. I say that with love.”
Roman swears under his breath, then sighs. “I know,” he says quietly. “It’s just… It’s hard to disengage overprotective big brother mode.”
I smile wryly. “Understood.”
He chuckles. “Guess I just proved why you’ve been bullshitting me about where you’ve been the last few nights.”
I grin.
“So…it’s serious?”
I swallow, nodding. “Yeah,” I murmur.
“And when do I get to meet this fucker?”
Never.
“Can I…think about that?”
“That’s not a huge reassurance on who the asshole is,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. “You trust me, right? Can you please just trust that I’m okay, making good decisions, and happy? Can we start with that?”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “I guess. But you need to promise me a few things.”
“Such as?”
“Does he treat you well?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Are you safe with him?”
“Extremely.”
My brother clears his throat. “And…you're happy?”
“Very,” I smile.
“Then I guess I’m satisfied,” he grunts. “For now.”
“Thank goodness,” I snicker.
“Okay, I need to take off?—”
“Hey, Rome?”
“Yeah.”
“What would you think about me…” I shrug. “I don’t know…sitting in on some of your meetings?”
Roman snorts. “What?”
“Do you think I could attend some of the meetings?” I repeat.
“Uh…” He clears his throat. “Why?”
