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“But?”
“No. No buts.”
“It sounds like a but is coming.”
“Just mine swooping down for the perching on this rooftop.”
The Batman like joke receives a playful gag alongside my own head shake. “Terrible phrasing, Mr. Wayne.”
“Eh, it’s an off night, Ms. Kyle.” Post Wes rolling up his pantlegs, he plants himself next to the word search and lets his exposed appendages slide into the heat, water immediately rushing to caress the marred flesh I love even though he still doesn’t. “Do you think the Morgan merger was a mistake?”
Surprise launches my eyebrows to the night sky. “Do you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you asking?”
“Because I want your opinion.”
“Why?” Perplexity pierces my crystal glare. “Wilcox Enterprises is your company. You are the majority shareholder. You make the decisions. Your opinion is the only one that truly matters.” My head playfully bobs left to right. “And maybe like an anal fins worth of Puppet Boy’s.”
He lightly chuckles. “You just wanted to say the word anal.”
“Often.”
Additional snickers precede his argument. “Your opinion matters as well, Bryn.”
“That’s why I give it when choosing takeout for dinner.”
“Yes, but as the woman who is adding my last name to hers, who is signing a legally binding document that states this company will in partial become your company, what you think regarding this endeavor along with future ones matters.” He folds his hands tightly together and leans slightly towards me. “It matters to the media. It matters to the other shareholders. However, it really matters to me.” Unexpected conflict crosses his face. “I wanna know if you support the direction I’m going and the causes I’m supporting and the risks I’m taking. I wanna know if you hate them. Or something. Or someone. I want your…honest opinion when it comes to everything because you are my everything, Bryn.”
Not melting is impossible.
And so is not tilting my lips upward to indulge in a loving kiss.
Our mouths firmly press together allowing a brushing of our tongues that’s light.
Loving.
Reassuring.
When I finally slink back, I casually confess, “I guess it doesn’t register to me that your company is in any way going to be our company. I mean…it’s yours, ya know? It’s been in your family for generation after generation, so I just assumed it was ‘our company’ in the royal we sense, not the actual one.”
“We are signing literal paperwork that indicates that it is.” A small wince is flashed. “Which reminds me, we have to meet with Hawthorne before we can do anymore wedding arrangements with Velora.”
“Oh no…” I sarcastically call out at the same time I pick up the pen. “How…unfortunate.”
“Bryn.”
“The woman is a human dolphin.” Letting my gaze wander the page occurs next. “You know how I feel about that.”
Fuck them for being related to orcas.
“I would like to know how you feel about this merger.”
“It seems smart.” A word from the list instantly captures my circling attention. “The Morgan brand has established roots; therefore, you’re not basically starting out as bottom feeders in uncharted waters and lacks a level of flare that makes it bait you can craft and cut and mold to your liking. They wanted global distribution and expansion. You wanted a new world to explore. They’re winning.” I scratch out the word from the bank. “You’re winning.”
“We’re winning,” he corrects during the transferring of the writing utensil from his fingers to mine.
