She sighs contentedly. “Wish I wasn’t so stubborn and had given in to you a lot sooner.”
“Me too.” He grins. “But we weren’t ready either. Things happen for a reason.”
“Oh my god, what is that smell?” I gag.
Christian sighs. “Fricken Sadie. Come on, you little nugget, let’s clean you up.” He walks away with the diaper bag.
“Is it bad that I found that incredibly sexy, my husband dealing with dirty nappies?” Vanessa chuckles.
“How many champagnes have you had?”
“Not enough.”
“To be fair, Christian is a DILF.”
“That he is.” Vanessa sighs before shaking her head out of whatever thought she had about her husband. “How are you?”
I shrug as I throw back my champagne.
Vanessa’s eyes narrow. “That doesn’t fill me with confidence. Everything okay? Is it Chance?”
“If only he were my only problem,” I grumble.
“D?” she asks with concern.
I shake my head. “Nothing that I can’t figure out.”
“I’m here if you need me.”
I squeeze her shoulder and give little Ruby a boop on the nose. “I know.” I walk away and head to the gardens, where there are Tiki torches set up everywhere, giving the lush tropical gardens a golden hue.
“Hey.” That deep voice vibrates behind me.
“What do you want?” I turn and look at Charlie.
He runs his hand through his hair, exposing his massive bicep, which momentarily distracts me from the man giant in front of me that I am pissed with. My eyes scan over his body, head to toe, he is nothing but pure muscle. I’m a big guy, but he engulfs even me, probably even Oscar. I’ve never felt small against another man before. If he weren’t such a dick, it would be nice. An awkward silence falls between us.
“Fine. If you’re not going to speak, I’m going.” I huff as I turn to walk away, except one of those large paws halts me. My eyes zero in on the hand currently wrapped around my arm.He’s touching me, and it’s making my body zing.
“Don’t go,” he answers gruffly.
“You’ve given me no reason to stay,” I bite back, yanking my arm out of his grip.
“I’m fucking this all up.” He growls, running his fingers over his buzz cut. “I …” He starts and stops a million times as if heis trying to figure out the words. “Are you seeing that guy who whispered in your ear earlier?” he asks, changing the subject.
“That’s none of your business.”
Charlie has the audacity to roll his eyes at me. “Are you?” he pushes.
“I’m fucking him, yes.”
He seems surprised by my honesty. “But you’re not dating?”
“Does the distinction matter?”
“To me, yes.”
I’m slightly taken aback by his response. He blocked me. He pushed me away, and now he is demanding to know about my love life. Screw him.
