The Beast’s Fake Marriage by Bree Livingston

Author:Bree Livingston [Livingston, Bree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781790528462
Published: 2018-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

It had been over a month since the night Rowan had brought Izzy Sour Patch Kids, and things had never been better between them. She could kiss his cheek, touch his face, and get all the hugs she wanted. In return, he got to hold her. In her mind, she had the better deal.

That night, he’d looked desperate as he held out the bag of candy, and she hadn’t realized how her actions were affecting him. She thought she’d been doing the right thing by keeping him at a distance. That way, she didn’t do things she shouldn’t or things she thought she shouldn’t.

He’d been adamant that he’d never felt pushed or uncomfortable, even though they’d skirted around the issue of the kiss. Still, he’d convinced her they were okay, and she had to admit, being held by him again was better than one of those cozy blankets.

The dark cloud hadn’t disappeared overnight, but Rowan had helped. Unlike before, instead of holing up in his office and working all the time, he’d continued to spend each evening talking in the garden with her. Cuddling, watching the sunset, and talking and laughing with him had done more for her than she’d ever expected.

She couldn’t believe they’d already been married for over three months. In two days, it would be Thanksgiving, and Rowan had agreed to let Kelsey come to dinner.

Izzy bounced down the steps on her way to the kitchen.

“Hi, Retta!” she said as she stopped by the counter. “How can I help today?”

“Well, it’s pie day,” Retta said and wiped her hands on a dish towel. Her hair was pulled in a bun today, and her blouse and slacks were being protected by an apron that said, “Touch my quiche and it’s on.”

Izzy lifted on her toes and clapped. “Yay. I love pie.”

“I didn’t even tell you what kind of pie it is.”

“It’s pie. How can that be anything but good?”

“What if it’s mincemeat?”

Izzy grimaced. She wasn’t sure what that was, but it didn’t sound great. “Uh, well, I’d at least try it.”

Retta tipped her head back and laughed. “Honey, I missed you. This house is just a stone building without you.”

“Rowan says that, which is strange. I’m just me.”

“We know, and that’s the best part.”

Izzy waved her off. “Oh, stop it.” She scrunched her nose up. “So, really, is it mincemeat pie we’re making?”

“We’re making cherry, pumpkin, and pecan.”

Her eyes widened. “Yum. I like all of those.”

Retta chuckled. “So does Rowan.”

“You think we could make one extra so I could take him a piece in a little while? I bet he’d like warm pie with ice cream.”

“I think we can manage that.”

“Did I hear someone say pie?” Rowan asked as he walked into the kitchen. Jeans and a black t-shirt? Her mouth went dry. He was amazing in slacks and a button-up. She loved it when he wore them, but this new look was even better. Those jeans hugged him in ways that set her thoughts on a path that should have been stamped dead end.

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