Page 26 of One Vow

That she thought I would, speared something in my gut. “I don’t see women other than you.”

Felicity crossed her arms. “That’s a good line. New material?”

I reached for the mug because I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t want her to see how her doubt affected me.

There wasn’t much in my life I’d remained true to, thanks to time and history. My own bad behavior. Those things defined my lack of loyalty, but I’d been true to Felicity. It’s why I was alone. And marrying Beth Cooper didn’t mean I wasn’t alone. It only meant I was alone with Beth Cooper beside me. But no way could I tell Felicity without admitting all those things to myself. So, I nodded.

“You know me.” She didn’t. Not anymore. “I like to keep things fresh.”

She turned but not before I saw a flash of pain in her eyes. And I couldn’t let that go. I couldn’t let her walk away thinking she was just another in a long line of women I hit on.

I threw the blanket off and followed her into the kitchen. “Lis…”

There was nothing I could say. Not while she was bent with her head in the fridge, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. That made me a pig, and Felicity deserved better. But damned if I was ever good enough of a man to look away.

And I didn’t until she stood, arms full of breakfast items. “Scrambled okay?”

I nodded because I didn’t give two shits about eggs and bacon. She was cooking for me. In the kitchen we shared. And it was hot. Almost as hot as the way her jeans hugged the curve of her hips, or the way her shirt defined the swell of her breasts. This was not the way to make a hard-on go down.

“Lis.”

She didn’t turn, but she stopped moving. Stopped adjusting her ingredients. Stopped pretending to be busy. “Finn.”

It was wrong. And so right. I moved to stand behind her and breathed in the smell of her hair. Put a hand on her shoulder and would have turned her around to face me, so I could lower my head and taste her lips, but the back door opened, and Sofia breezed in.

I took a giant step back as she cocked an eyebrow, and Felicity whistled out the air stored in her puffed cheeks.

“Am I interrupting?”

I said, “Yes,” at the same time Lis said, “No.”

Sofia cocked an eyebrow and smiled at me. “Cozy.”

Felicity shot her a withering look, and I smiled. “Was ‘til you got here.”

“And I see you’ve wiggled your way back into her personal space. Good job.” Sofia chuckled and looked at Felicity. Her smile faded.

“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s Wednesday and we have a,” she shot me a look then widened her eyes at Lis, “thing. Remember?”

Lis pursed her lips and wrinkled her brow.

“A thing. On Wednesday. Right.” She glanced at me. “I have a thing.”

I grinned. “Me, too.” And I wasn’t talking about an appointment.

“Yeah. We can all see your thing.” Sofia narrowed her eyes and stared at my boxers. “But Felicity has an appointment.”

Vague. Mysterious. Perplexing. “An appointment. Why don’t I go along and after, we can get lunch then head off to see the lawyer?”

Sofia glanced at Felicity, and I watched them both. Felicity shifted, opened her mouth, closed it, tilted her head, and widened her eyes at Sofia. Sofia shrugged and remained as innocent looking as a thief caught red-handed.

“I’ll drive.” That was me being helpful, not nosy, not fishing for information about this mystery appointment.

“No!” Felicity shook her head. “No. I should be back in time for us to get to the lawyer.” She glanced at Sofia and pressed her lips together then flared one nostril.

Sofia nodded. “Oh yeah. Plenty of time. This is just a little two-hour bookstore thing.”

Bookstore? “I love bookstores. What with all the books and the…books.”