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“That sounds very thorough. And slow. You’ll have to teach me how that works.” “Yes, I’d imagine it’s a foreign concept for you.” His eyes flickered over my face. “And you… that’s another hurdle we’ll have to cover.” “Excuse me?” He licked at his bottom lip. “You, Greer Wilder, are not my type.” My jaw dropped, an affronted noise slipping out of my mouth. “You’re not my type either, Mr. Quiet and Judgy.”
“First Adaline, and now you,” he said, referencing our sister who was happily with one of his former teammates. “I am never introducing my sisters to anyone ever again,” he mumbled, walking out of the room with a scoff.
My almost husband was not going to get away with this half-ass belief in us. Everyone would believe us because dammit, I said so.
“Jobsite dictator,” I said absently, studying the bones of the room. “Making changes and breaking the hearts of every man in the room who thought the plans were finalized.”
“She’s fearless,” I said. “Some people are too afraid to love that way, undaunted by whatever might come next, which might look like sweetness to some. But I just see a big, brave heart.”
“I don’t know that Greer needs me to take care of her, but I do know that I need her in my life. That she makes everything just a bit easier when she’s around.” I cleared my throat. “She gives the best hugs. And her mind is the most terrifyingly incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” Greer grinned. “Is that your way of saying I scare you?” “Only a little,” I admitted.
I crossed my arms and watched as he let himself in the house. His eyes landed on me and his mouth curved in an adorably crooked grin. “Wife,” he said in greeting. My eyebrows arched slowly. “Husband.”
His eyes burned when he answered. “The guys told me I should come in and take you straight to bed.”
“I’m not mad,” he said again. His eyes were on fire. “I’m trying very hard not to kiss you right now.”
When he took a few steps closer, I saw the fire roaring in his gaze. “I’m here to get my wife.”
