The Wife Lottery_Fallon by Charlie Hart & Chantel Seabrook

Author:Charlie Hart & Chantel Seabrook [Hart, Charlie & Seabrook, Chantel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Tia

Without Fallon around, the tension in the house is almost nonexistent. The men are relaxed, and the easy flirting between us isn’t strained. No one is here to look over my shoulder.

But he’s been gone all day, and I’m starting to get worried.

“He just needs to let off some steam,” Giles says, when he catches me by the window. “He’ll be back.”

I give him a small smile. “You act like you know each other.”

Giles stands beside me, arm brushing against mine. The soft light that floats through the window make the freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheek more apparent.

For such a big man, there’s a softness to him that Fallon doesn’t have. His eyes, a green that in this light almost looks gray, go distant for a moment.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids. Same class. Shared a dorm room when we were transferred to the facility for training.”

“Has he always been so...”

“Impatient. Arrogant. Moody...” He raises a brow. “Yes, yes, and yes.”

I chuckle. “I was going to say stubborn.”

“That too.” He grins, staring out at the snow-covered lawn. “But he’s a good man. Loyal to a fault. His parents...” There’s a catch to his voice.

“You know his parents?”

“They were like a second family to me. His dad still is. But they never believed in this-” He motions around the room. “They believed a woman should only have one husband. I think some of that rubbed off on Fallon. But he wouldn’t have taken the vows if he didn’t think he could abide by them. He may just need some more time than the rest of us.”

My chest squeezes at the affection I hear in Giles’ voice for Fallon, and my respect for the man increases.

“And you?” I ask, watching him.

One side of his mouth quirks up. “What about me?”

“You’re okay with this? With...”

“Sharing you?” He turns and reaches out, brushing his knuckles across my cheek. “Yes, Tia. I’m more than fine with it. Because it means being with you. And I know that there are things I can’t give you. Things that the others can.”

My heart misses a couple beats as I hold his gaze. Gentle. Kind. Thoughtful. The man is all those things and more.

I lean up, resting my hand on his chest and brush my lips against his. It’s warm and soft, and I feel my body begin to tingle, anticipating more.

There’s a cough behind us, breaking the moment.

I hadn’t even noticed Banks sitting on the couch, a dozen books piled around him. Glasses sitting on the end of his nose, he gives a slight frown before burying his face back in a book.

Giles gives me a crooked smile and sighs. “I think-”

The front door flies open, and Huxley and Salinger come in, shaking snow off as they carry in a bunch of boxes and set them on the floor.

Emerson who was in the kitchen, most likely preparing dinner, comes out to join us. He’s self-appointed himself the house chef, and I’m grateful for it.

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