Part 12 (2/2)
Rowan makes a face. ”Yeah, not helping.”
”It's a sweet story. Romantic.”
”Oh, yeah, castration is the hot thing this year for Valentine's Day. I saw it in Cosmo.”
I laugh. ”So, you came over here to talk about books?”
”I actually just wanted to make sure we're good about the other night.”
My face burns. ”The other night?”
”The, uh, transaction you saw.”
”Oh, that.”
”Yeah.”
I shrug. ”Yeah I won't say a word.”
”Thanks.”
We stand there in silence another second, slowly sipping the beers.
”So when does this new husband of yours come into the picture?”
I roll my eyes. ”I don't know. He lives back in Georgia, but my father said he might come and visit in a few weeks so that we can get to know each other.”
”Sounds like a halfway decent idea before you commit to being with someone for the rest of your life.”
I nod, frowning at the ground.
”You okay?”
”Yeah, it's just,” I shrug.
”What.”
”Nothing.”
”If you say so.”
”He's a little older, and he's actually been married before.”
Rowan's brow shoots up. ”How much older?”
”Thirty-seven?”
”d.a.m.n.”
”Hey, you're like thirty.”
He grins. ”Thanks for the reminder. Thirty-one, actually, but I act like I'm twelve so it's fine.”
I grin.
”Plus, I'm not marrying you.”
I blush. ”No, you're not.”
”I thought you said this Milton character was a good upstanding guy.”
”He is, I just- I don't know. I'm bad with this sort of thing.”
”What, marriage?”
I smile. ”No, I mean relations.h.i.+ps in general I guess.”
”You were engaged.”
”Yeah but, I don't know.”
I can't tell him this. No way. I can't tell him what I'm really worried about. Telling a man like Rowan Hammond that would be like throwing lambs to the wolves.
And I'm the lamb.
”That was different, I guess.”
”How so?”
”It's just that Milton has been married before, you know? He's...been with another woman.”
”Can I let you in on a little secret?”
I nod. ”Sure?”
”You're hot.”
I blush bright red and quickly look at the ground.
”You're hot, you're young, and trust me, you're going to blow his f.u.c.king mind. Don't let the idea of Jebediah, or whatever his name was, leaving you throw you off.”
”Joseph.”
”Whatever. Look, whatever worked with him is going to knock old Milton on his a.s.s, I promise.”
”Whatever worked?”
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