“Marrying Jase?” Sadie asked.
Roman puffed out his chest. “Marrying me. I’m a total catch.”
“Is that what you’ve convinced yourself of?” Sadie asked.
He gave her a wink that was more than just a simple eye twitch. That wink was a promise that he was going to fix this whole mess. A promise she was going to hold him to.
“No one wants to marry a divorce attorney,” Sadie said.
“C’mon, Sadie.” Roman reached for her arm. She let him trail his fingertips there.
He plastered a grin on his face like none of this was a big deal.
But Sadie needed to get in and get out. She had things to do.
First thing was to get Babushka to stop answering her phone and greeting clients.
Roman’s hands were on her shoulders with the lightest of pressure. She drank him in—the small crinkles around his eyelids, the way his nostrils flared just a little, the minute creases in his forehead, and the way his eyes were so soft and yet his jaw was so hard.
Everything was contradictory. Everything made her resolve weaken and her pulse pound.
With his hands on her? She questioned everything.
“Are you okay?” Roman asked.
Was she?
She didn’t really know anymore.
Chapter Fifteen
When Roman imagined bringing the woman of his dreams home to meet his parents, he didn’t expect her to look so shell-shocked. Yet, here they were.
He did his best to look upbeat to counter Sadie’s stunned pause.
He caught her arm and gave a little pull.
“Seriously, are you all right?” he asked.
“Huh?” She shook off whatever had tripped her up.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said.
That seemed to catch her off guard.
“For what?” she asked.
“For dragging you here,” he said, meaning it.
First, for not taking her up on her offer to wait for him. Second, for not fighting for them. Third, for asking his grandmother for her brand of assistance.
“I mean it,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes softened, and then, something miraculous happened… Sadie Howard tangled her fingers with his like they were a “them” and he was not just a “him.”
Not in theoh hey, how are you?kind of way. But the intimateI’m here with youkind of way.
Honest as all fuck, Roman did not know what to do with that, but he liked it. So he rolled with it. Threading his fingers with Sadie’s, he hoped like hell his family didn’t screw everything up.
