“We have no furniture.”
“I’m aware.”
“I mean, not even a TV. We have no internet. We have literally nothing out here!”
“Yep, that tends to happen when you move into a new house.”
And he didn’t care at all. He was standing there smirking at me.
“Don’t you get it? We’ll be all alone here with nothing to do!”
“Well, I wouldn’t say nothing. I’m sure we could find something to occupy our time.”
Of course sex was on his brain. But what about after sex? We couldn’t have non-stop sex for weeks on end. Eventually, there would be silence. And in that silence came the uncomfortable realization that you might not have as much to discuss as you thought when things were intense and the stakes were high.
Could we survive that?
Our whole relationship had been a series of events that rolled from one to another, with the stakes becoming higher with each one. And then the waitinggame for months on end, struggling to come to peace with what the outcome of our lives would be.
Enter the President of the United States, and everything seemed to be looking up.
But I hadn’t considered what life would be like out in Montana. How the silence would actually put pressure on us to become comfortable with each other on another level. The next few months would become a test all on their own.
Marching into the other room, I grabbed my purse and the keys, tossing them at Michael. “Come on. We’re going shopping right now.”
He dropped the box he was carrying, snatching the keys out of the air. “Now? As in right this minute?”
“As in I’m walking out the door, and if you don’t come with me, I’m going to get whatever I like and you’ll have no choice but to go with it.”
I saw the two brothers exchange a horrified look before chasing after me.
“Blake!” he called out to me, chasing me down. “What’s going on?”
I spun around just as he caught up to me, nearly crashing into him. “What’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on. We have no furniture, no TV, which means long nights of us staring at each other. Long, painful nights of nothing to do but talk. Do you know what that means?”
“Uh…”
“We get to know each other. Really get to know each other. The talk will get so boring that we’ll divulge things to each other that no one on earth should ever find out about the other. I’ll start telling you about my routine for getting ready for my prom, or what it was like the first time I got my period. And you’ll tell me about the largest shit you ever took, and how all your brothers had to take a look because no shit could ever be as huge as that!” I rambled.
“And where do we go from there? When all that is in the open, all we have is silence and the unbelievable reality that we now know everything there is to know about each other. Our lives will be boring as hell, and why? Because we don’t have furniture. There’s no TV to break the silence. There’s no radio, no internet to turn to for an outlet. Do you really want to know about my first period?”
He winced, his face growing slightly pale. “Not at all.”
“So, we’re going shopping.”
“Definitely.”
I spun back for the truck and marched to the driver’s side. I was in a mood, and no man was going to take away the right for me to drive right now.Yes, this was his truck. Yes, he knew his way around town, but I needed some control over my life, and this was how I was taking it.
Parker rushed into the passenger seat, and to my surprise, Jeff joined us, grinning like an idiot.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you kidding? I’m about to witness something that very few people ever get to see. It’s an inside look at a panic-stricken couple who just realized they might not have anything in common. It’s comic gold!”
“We have plenty in common,” Parker snapped. “Baby, you have to calm down. We’re good. I promise.”
“You say we’re good, but that’s just because you haven’t experienced what it’s like to be alone with nothing to talk about!”
