Her face flashes with annoyance, not liking that I know something else about her that I shouldn’t.
“Good to know,” she mutters.
I wait for her to ask about me, to try to get to know me, but in true Rain fashion, she doesn’t. Instead, she bites her tongue so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she could taste copper.
Fuck is she adorable. She looks like a pressure cooker about to explode.
Her phone dings on the table, and she grabs it fast.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I texted the girls asking them to meet me tomorrow,” she mutters.
“That’s smart. I’ll wait to tell the guys until tomorrow, then.”
She makes a quiet scoffing sound as she turns her phone face down and pushes it away from her.
“So how does it feel to be married?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Normal, but weird. Like I feel the same, but I know things have changed.”
“And you hate change,” I add when she trails off.
“That I do. What about you? How do you feel?”
Her question catches me off guard. Not because it’s random, but because I wasn’t expecting her to ask me anything.
“It’s like you said. I’m sure it will hit me, though, when we move your stuff in. I’ve lived alone since I was eighteen, so it’s definitely going to be an adjustment.”
“I’ll try to stay out of your way.”
Before she can even finish her sentence, I start shaking my head. “No, I don’t want you to do that. I want you to treat my place like it’s yours. Do what makes you feel comfortable and all of that shit. Leave your shoes on the living room floor, leave dishes in the sink for later, whatever you usually do. Otherwise, it will be awkward as fuck living together for two years.”
She laughs softly under her breath. “You’re going to end up regretting saying that. I’m a fucking mess.”
A beautiful mess, I think to myself.
The server comes back with our food, and we eat together, making light conversation. It’s nice. Almost normal. Then, when we finish eating, Rain drives me back to the clubhouse.
“I’ll call when I’m on my way over,” she says as she comes to a stop next to my bike.
“Don’t worry about calling. I’ll be there waiting,” I tell her.
“Oh. Okay.”
“Do you want me to go grab my truck? Help you bring boxes and shit over?” I ask.
Rain shakes her head. “No, I still need to pack, so it will be a while. Honestly, I probably won’t bring anything over until tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I say as I get out of the truck. “Keep me updated.”
“Will do.”
She doesn’t even wait for me to step away from the truck before she pulls away, making me shake my head.
She’s not going to make this easy. Not by a long shot. That’s okay, though. I’ve always liked a challenge.
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