“And what if I don’t?”
“Oh, you will.”
Chapter Twenty
RENLEY
Theo’s expectant eyes stare back at me, hope shining brightly in them.
I know this is not a clever idea, and I’m trying to keep my distance and focus on what’s important, but the way he’s looking at me, really, what can one little sit-down hurt?
“Fine,” I say. “Let’s have some strawberries.”
I swear, Theo’s jaw just hit the floor.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. And don’t make a big deal about it or I’ll change my mind and leave right now.”
“Nope, not making a big deal about it, not at all.”
“Good.”
He’s silent as I take a seat and pop open the strawberries. When I look up, he’s staring at me like he wants to say something but won’t.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
“Nope, you can’t say that. Clearly there is something you want to say but you’re not, so just say it.”
“I have nothing to say because I’m not making a big deal about this. I’m just going to sit here and eat strawberries with you and drink wine, and if my mind starts drifting off to what our wedding will be like, then so be it.”
“Oh my God?—”
“I’m kidding.” He laughs. “Seriously, just kidding. I’ll be thinking about what protein Rupert will be serving me when I get home because he can’t think that I can just have chocolate-covered strawberries for dinner and that will do it.”
“Yeah, me neither.” I pick one up and then take a bite out of it, loving how the strawberry juice explodes across my tastebuds.
Okay, this is good.
Really good.
“Wow.” I look at the strawberry. “These are delicious.”
“Yeah?” He reaches for the box but I pull it away, blocking him from taking one. “Uh, pardon me, but those are for the both of us.”
“Says who? There weren’t rules or instructions on this bag, it was just set here, in my place of work, which makes these mine.”
“Did you really pull that out?”
“Yup.”
“Well, since my butler brought them, do you think we could at least share?”
“Here.” I hand him the whipped cream. “That can be yours.”
He holds out the can, looking down at it. “I can’t have one strawberry?”
