Love Lines- Bradley by Falon Gold

Author:Falon Gold [Gold, Falon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

~Delilah~

I gazed up, got ensnared in his stare, and forgot about the coffee. “Huh?”

His smirk was gone, the pinched look of worry replacing it. He looked me over from head to toe. “Are you alright with Rafe being gone?”

“Who?”

Bradley’s lips—God, those lips—cocked up on one side arrogantly. “Your husband.”

“Who?” Damn whoever my husband was. Pretty sure he only counted as my baby daddy now. Even that didn’t add up to much with the sight before me. And what a delicious vision it was. Enough to make me lick my lips wantonly.

Even his concerned expression wasn’t enough to make my mind get a good grip on what he was saying. “Duchess is worried about you.”

Duchess? I blinked. Reality came crashing in. Why, oh, why did he have to say that name? Reminding me of the friendship I was endangering by simply having the hots for Bradley. No, there was a scorching five-alarm blaze burning inside me, but that steamy moment I was experiencing, enjoying was ruined.

Bradley wasn’t here because he couldn’t stop thinking of me like I couldn’t of him. Duchess sent him, and nothing was a bigger turn off than a woman who couldn’t catch a clue that he was only being nice. Not making a play. Damn, why couldn’t he be making a play?

I collected what I could find of my composure and peered off to the other side of the room, locking firmly onto the eloquently set eight-chair dining table. “Um, I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“Delilah!” he growled. My whole body jerked in his direction on reflex. He was frowning. Crossing his arms over his pecs caused them to ripple, turning my insides to mush. The man was a brick house that I’d climb if I was even vaguely nimble and he wanted me to. “Delilah, you keep tuning me out. Did I say something wrong?”

Yes. “No. Sorry. I just um…” The hand with the spoon waved about to conjure up out of thin air a satisfying response that would brook no more questions on his behalf or Duchess’. “I just needed time to myself today.” All twenty four hours and then some.

He nodded. “She said you’d need space, but I wanted to check in and make sure you and Olivia were okay. Divorcing is just like someone dying; it hurts and it discombobulates.” His voice was back to its average whiskey and rocks lilt, inspiring the panties I was not wearing to hit the floor.

Then, his words sunk into my brain occupied with him. “Wait. What all did she say about me?” Oh my God, she knew about us.

Hold up. There is no ‘us’. God in heaven, I’m losing my shit like Rafe.

Bradley propped a hip against the island. “I spent the evening with Aiden today at Duchess’. She stopped me before I left, to ask me about you. She saw me over here last night, wanted to know if you were okay because you’re not answering anyone’s calls.”

I’d have answered yours. Wisely, I kept that to myself and let him finish speaking.

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