“Liv, does it matter?”
“It matters to me.” I nodded and bit my lip.
“Then, no, I haven’t slept with Gabby,” he said seriously. “But I expect that to change once we’re married.”
“You’re still going to marry her?” My heart was jumping for joy, but my stomach was still in the pits.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He frowned as he gazed at me.
“I don’t know. Maybe because of a simple thing, like you slept with me.” My voice dropped as he looked at me, his expression not changing.
Why was he making this so difficult? Why couldn’t he just tell Gabby he made a mistake and then ask me out on a date? I’d be willing to forgive him the transgression of asking Gabby to marry him. He hadn’t really known me then. But he knew who I was now. Why would he still want to marry Gabby? After we had such amazing chemistry together?
“So?” he said simply and then turned around. “Good night, Liv. Have sweet dreams, my dear.”
I didn’t answer him. My face was burning with embarrassment and shame.
“Try not to boom, boom, boom with too many moons,” he said with a light laugh.
I sat back in the rocking chair and moved back and forth quickly, trying to forget our whole conversation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“You didn’t have to come at six a.m.” I yawned as I opened the front door for Alice. “Scott, Chett, and Aiden aren’t home yet.” I blinked at Alice as she beamed at me. “And why do you look so chipper and made up?” I frowned and leaned toward her. “Are you wearing fake eyelashes?” I peered at her longer, thicker, and blacker-than-normal lashes. “And hair extensions?” My jaw dropped open. “At six a.m.?”
“Shh, I just wanted to look good.” She blushed. “Go back to sleep.”
“I think not.” I headed toward the kitchen. “Let’s have some coffee and talk.”
“Okay.” She nodded and followed behind me. “Also, I came early to help you.”
“To help me?” I looked back at her incredulously. “How is waking me up before the roosters helping me?”
“In case you were in bed with Xander, he could leave your room before Gabby woke up.”
“Ugh, don’t even.” I made a face.
“You didn’t sleep with him, did you?” It was her turn to look shocked. “Liv!”
“Livnothing.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the kettle. “I didn’t sleep with himagain.” I took out two cups and yawned again. “And trust me, I never will again. He’s an asshole.”
“Ooh, what did he do?”
“What do you mean, what did he do?” I turned away from her and opened the fridge. “Milk and sugar?” I said into the fridge.
“You know I want both. Now spill it, Taylor. What did Mr. Tongue do?”
“His name is Xander,” I groaned as I took the milk out and turned around.
“He was Mr. Tongue first.” She grinned. “If I do recall, he was Mr. Miracle Tongue. He was the?—”
“Enough,” I groaned again. “He is not anything to me.”
“What happened?” Her eyes lit up.
“I’ll tell you what happened on one condition.” I bit my lower lip and grinned at her.
“What condition?” She frowned and leaned forward. “I’m not sleeping with him as well.”
