The Tie's The Limit by Megan Bryce

Author:Megan Bryce [Bryce, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Megan Bryce Books
Published: 2018-05-14T05:00:00+00:00

Their plates were cleaned, the leftovers put away and the wine drunk before Gia dumped the bag of samples onto the living room carpet and started sorting.

Mac kneeled down next to her and made neat little piles of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, and purples.

He said, “How come I don’t see any brown in here? You said you got every color they had.”

“I lied. I didn’t get any brown.”

“I want brown.”

“You think you want brown. Which is why I didn’t get any. Once you decide you like color, then I’ll show you the brown so you know I was right.”

She pushed to her feet, holding up a square of light, bright—very bright—yellow on the wall.

“Like this color. This’ll make your condo feel very happy.”

Mac eyed the hours of color heaped on his floor and the empty wine bottle and said, “It’s not brown but it’s not bad. I like it.”

Gia took it down.

“No, you don’t.”

Mac shook his head.

“No. I don’t. But I thought I’d try it. See how easy it was just to like the first thing.”

“Moving on to the next one. Orchard Peach.”

Mac had already tried the easy way.

This time he just looked at Gia until she said, “Got it. Don’t like it. Let’s try teal…got your towel ready?”

He tried to smile at her. It was more a baring of teeth and she chuckled.

She moved to put the teal square on the wall and he said, “No.”

She sighed.

“Alright. Here’s Lavender Fields.”

“Really? You thought I’d like pale purple?”

“No. I liked it. I think you’re going to like this one because it’s the closest thing to brown I brought,” she said, flashing it at him quickly before heading to the wall. “It’s called Flush It Down.”

He reached out for the card, snorting. “No, it’s not. Let me see that.”

She held it in the air, away from him. She was acting like he wasn’t taller than her and couldn’t just pluck it from her fingers if he so desired, so he got to his feet.

He said, “Did that feel menacing?”

She laughed, whipping away from him, and Mac reached for her, snagging her shirt.

She squealed, trying to jump away, and he yanked on the shirt until she stumbled back screeching, “You’re going to rip it!”

He grabbed her outstretched wrist, turning it so he could read the name of the color sample and choked out, “Mustard Dreams? If this is what you’re flushing down, you’ve got problems.”

Gia howled with laughter, her face turning bright red and she fell against him, hanging on his shirt.

Mac studied the muddied yellowed brown as if his life depended on it and said, “I always dream in mustard.”

Gia let go of his shirt, sliding down his body to fall on the floor, her laughs turning to wheezes.

He bit his fist, trying not to lose it, but Gia said, “Grey Poupon actually means Grey Mustard Dreams,” and Mac’s whole body shook.

He stuttered, “Mustard. It’s what dreams are made of.”

Gia curled into a ball beside him, clutching her belly and sobbing, “No, stop.

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