Page 37 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

"I've never heard you say that," I say.

"I've never meant it before," he says.

He shrugs easily.

"We spent Sunday repainting the kitchen," he says.

"You hate painting," I say.

"I do," he says.

"You hate home improvement," I say.

"I really do," he says.

"But she wanted sage green," I say.

"And?" he says.

"And apparently I now have opinions about cabinet hardware," he says.

I laugh.

"You've changed," I say.

"I have," he says.

He points his glass toward me.

"Don't look so terrified," he says.

"I'm not terrified," I say.

"You are a little," he says.

"I've simply never imagined you voluntarily discussing cabinet pulls," I say.

"They're surprisingly expensive," he says.

"I'll take your word for it," I say.

He smiles.

"What about you?" he asks.

"What about me?" I ask.

"Stacy," he says.

"It ended," I say.

"I assumed," he says.

"It wasn't dramatic," I say.

"It never is with you," he says.

"We wanted different things," I say.