“I love the passion, babe, but is there a reason for this pleasant attack?” she asks.
She’s her usual vibrant self, meaning she probably hasn’t seen the articles.
Or she doesn’t care. That could also be the case.
“I spoke to Luke,” I tell her, which brings a glimmer of panic into her eyes.
“Shit, why? I mean, we were going to talk to him, but I didn’t think we would do it yet,” she says.
I love that she says “we.”
We are going to be just fine.
I wrap my arms around her, bringing her closer.
“He’s on the first jet out, ready to murder me, so if you want a piece, you’ll have to be quick,” I tell her, squeezing her butt.
She rolls her eyes, slapping my chest lightly.
“Sebastian,” she murmurs, curious to know what her brother actually said.
“He took it well. He said he had his suspicions already,” I tell her.
Lily thinks that over.
“Yeah, I think he had. He said something when I was on the phone with him when I was sick.”
Now I’m the curious one.
Lily blushes, which she rarely does, spiking my curiosity even more.
She goes back to preparing her tea, casting her eyes down to her assignment at hand.
“What did he say, Lily?” I ask, standing behind her, nuzzling behind her ear.
“He said he wasn’t surprised you’d been the perfect caretaker, and that he thought you wouldn’t mind at all,” she mumbles, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“You think your brother is wrong, babe?” I tease her.
Taking care of Lily was no problem.
I was angrier about her not telling me that she was feeling ill than spending time getting her back into shape.
“I don’t know—you tell me,” she says.
I turn her around, wanting to look into her eyes, make her see that I’m serious about this; about her.
“He’s right. I didn’t mind taking care of you. After the shit you pulled on game night, I was grateful not to have to fight with you, and it gave me a reason to spend time with you,” I tell her, looking into her eyes.
She smiles up at me.
“I think game night was fun,” she says, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before leaning into my ear.
“You were quite broody that night, Bennet,” she whispers.
“Yeah, you made me crazy.”
Still do.
