“Am I?”
I toy with the end of my braid.
“Yes. Clearly sex with your husband is good for you.”
“Okay.” I point a finger at him. “You have got to stop saying that. What if a customer walks in?”
“My store, my rules.”
“See if I stick around.”
He shakes his head at me. “As if you’ll go anywhere else. Besides, this place will hopefully be yours this time next year.”
“When I will implement a no-sex-talk-at-the-shop rule.” I laugh.
“Good luck!” he singsongs as he heads to the back to grab more flowers.
The whole reason I’m so happyisbecause of Declan and the weekend we spent together. I hated leaving him this morning, but between my job and him going for a workout session with the guys, our time was cut short.
I can’t wait to get to go home to him. Leon’s reminder that this place could be mine next year is why Declan and I are doing this.
Not that I need the reminder, but Enchanted Petals is what I’ve always wanted. Ever since Leon gave me the job, I’ve loved this place. More than anything else in the world.
So what if I was a workaholic? I have a fun life, regardless of what Leon thinks. But now there’s the added element of my husband. And not just my husband that I’m staying married to in order to buy this place.
No, there’s my husband whom I very much enjoy having sex with.
I don’t think of the added complications. There will comea time for that. Once heat on the league has died down around the personal lives of players, people will forget about our announcement. I’ll get my shop, and we can quietly divorce.
Why does that thought make me sick to my stomach already?
“Hey, Froggie.”
The door jingles, startling me out of my thoughts, and in walks my husband. Holy shit.
He is so damn sexy, it hurts.
How did it take me so long to notice this about him?
“What are you doing here?” I glance down at my watch. “I thought you were working out with the guys.”
“I am. Well, did. I thought I’d stop by on my way home.”
“Aren’t you a charmer?” Leon bursts out of the back room, wiggling his fingers in greeting to Declan. “I wish my husband would stop by more.”
“It’s that newlywed bliss,” he says, hopping up to sit on the workbench. “Leon, I owe you a thank you.”
“For what?” His gaze flits back and forth between the two of us.
“Declan!” I hiss.
He better not be going where I think he’s going with this.
“For giving Alice the day off this weekend. I appreciate it.”
Leon waves him off. “Alice works too hard. She needs to take more time off.”
I blow out a breath, leaning against the table where Declan sits. “I keep trying to tell her that, but she won’t listen.”
