Sebastian’s hand squeezes my waist as Darrell’s face drops. “We split, Tilly. It wasn’t working anymore.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
The thumb of his right hand brushes over his ring finger. “It’s been for the best. Sharon’s already involved with someone else.”
The world can shift in an instant and the Carvers are proof of that. They brought their cocker spaniel in for his yearly check-up just over a year ago.
“I’m going to go over to say hello to Brant, “ Darrell says before he walks away.
“I can’t believe you two know each other.” Sebastian chuckles. “I don’t know how the hell we circled each other for so long without actually meeting.”
I look up and into his warm blue eyes. “Fate must have known we weren’t ready for each other until the night I walked in and saw you in all your naked glory.”
He leans in to kiss me but nips my bottom lip between his teeth instead. “You’ve made me hard, Matilda and in answer to your question…no, I’ve never fucked a woman at the hotel around the corner.”
“Good,” I whisper against his lips. “You won’t fuck me there either. I’m going to make you wait until we’re in my bed.”
“You’re torturing me.” He pulls me closer to him so I can feel his steely erection.
I almost groan aloud, but he catches it with his mouth when he kisses me again.
“I’m not complaining.” He straightens when he sees the bride enter the room dressed in a short white dress.
I lean into him as we take our seats.
We sit in silence holding hands as we watch two people in love take their vows.
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to stand next to Sebastian under an archway made of flowers and hear him pledge himself to me for eternity.
I’ll never know and that has to be enough for me.
It just has to be.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Tilly
I lookover to where Sebastian is sitting with a few of the detectives he works with, including the groom.
They gathered together after dinner to share stories about Samuel Brant. They all burst into laughter over and over again.
“I had no idea you were the woman Sebastian told me about last week.”
I smile at Darrell. He took the seat next to me after Sebastian vacated it. We’ve chatted for a few minutes about the weather and his new job as an assistant district attorney.
It makes sense now that he knows Sebastian.
As tempted as I am to ask him what exactly Sebastian said about me last week, I’d much rather hear those words from Sebastian’s lips.
“Is he easy to work with?” I laugh.
“Is he easy to live with?” he counters.
I take a small sip of the red wine that was served with dinner. “Very easy to live with.”
He purses his lips. “Very hard to work with.”
I can’t read his expression. “Seriously?”
