“Two of them?”
“Yup.”
“Marcus definitely believed it,” I laughed lightly. I’d believed it, too.
“That was the point.”
I turned in my seat so that I could see him better. “You’re very good at that. Being convincing.”
He’d convinced the hell out of me last night when he’d climbed into my bed during the storm. Heat had flicked between us as he comforted me from my nightmare.
Talk about going above and beyond the call of duty.
Bronson glanced at me, just briefly, before he brought his eyes back to the road. “Don’t read into it.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not reading into anything,” I murmured happily, and that wasmostlytrue.
But a tiny part of me was wondering what it would feel like if none of it were pretend.
He’d make a hell of a good boyfriend.
The kind that I’d always sung songs about but never experienced in real life. One who would take charge and drag me into his arms, making me feel like I was the only woman for him.
Bronson had swept into my life like a storm, and now that he was here, I was getting used to having him around.
He was the first man I’d had any interest in since I’d left my husband.
Thinking about Jimmy was frustrating.
He just wouldn’t sign the divorce papers. His lawyers had one nitpicky demand after another. All of them inconsequential. Andin between each request for a change, there’d be a two-week delay.
I bet Bronson could make him sign.
The corners of my mouth curled up before I shook the thought off.
Bronson wasn’t a pit bull who could be set loose on people. But it sure would be nice.
I let the thought go and looked out the window instead, watching Tidehaven give way to the long marsh road that led to the beach.
The wind had picked up enough that the tall grasses along the shoulder were bending hard to one side. The road out here was narrow and empty, and the isolation felt ominous now.
I missed Valerie. The beach house wasn’t the same without her.
“Could we stop for dinner?”
He glanced at me. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Please? I’m not ready to go back to the house yet.”
I could tell he thought it was a bad idea, and it probably was.
But he let me do it anyway.
We pulled into a small place near the water. Nothing fancy, a little seafood shack with a view of the ocean, with no cars in the lot except the cook’s.
I told myself I just needed food.
But the truth was, I needed to feel normal. And maybe I wanted his boyfriend act to continue.
