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She says with hesitation in her voice.
“What is an open-door romance scene?”
She grabs a knife and fork and starts to cut up her tortilla filled with cheese and ham.
“It’s basically a sex scene that I write out in graphic detail.”
Suddenly, everything I thought about this woman changed completely.
“How much detail are we talking about?”
“Very specific and explicit content,” she says and then takes a bite of food.
“I see. So what’s this book about then?”
“It's the first book in a six-book series about these brothers that inherit a billionaire dollar empire when their father passes away, but in order to keep the businesses from being sold off, they each have to find a bride.”
“I see. So each brother gets his own book, and they all find a wife and live happily ever after?”
I get up, take my plate with me, and head for the sink, waiting for her to finish her bite.
I wash my plate and put it on the rack to dry.
“Of course they do. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be following the rules of a true romance.”
“That doesn’t seem realistic. What family of six brothers all end up happy? Statistically, that isn’t probable.”
She turns and stares over at me with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s why my books are found in the fiction side of the bookstore. And that’s also why it’s a damn good thing that you’re a hockey player and not a romance author.Your books would tank.”
I let out a chuckle, and her lips pull up into a smile at my reaction.
I can’t help but stare for a second.
I realize this is the first time I’ve seen a real smile from her, and that’s my fault.
“And then they fuck?" I say.
She laughs this time.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
She finishes up her food and then walks it over to the sink.
“Here, I’ll do the dishes. You made dinner,” I tell her, reaching my hand out for her plate.
“Are you sure?” she asks and then breaks out into a yawn that she attempts to cover with her hand.
“Yeah. You’d better get some rest. It might be hard to sleep through the storm tonight. I’d get as much shut-eye as you can now.”
She hands me her plate and then stares up at the roof as if she’ll be able to see the storm clouds above us.
“Ok, thanks again for letting me stay here.”
“You’re welcome. Night Brynn.”
She walks out of the kitchen, and that’s the last time I see her for the night.
