“That’s noted, too,” Ren replied immediately, but now his lips were actually quirking.
“I’m not being funny,” I informed him. “She already gave me a nasty look and nasty words and told me since you were taken, her only hope was Dom, who everyone knew had a wandering eye.”
All amusement fled his face and his eyes narrowed.
Finally.
“She said that?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“You got that right,” I told him.
“What nasty words did she give you?” he asked, and I felt his vibe beginning to weigh down the air, but I didn’t care. If that meant Dawn would be out of his office, life and my life—forever—I’d bear the beast.
“She said she heard I had a thing with you and she prayed it wasn’t true, but God doesn’t listen to her.”
His jaw got hard again, this time the muscle jumping there. He looked toward the wall that separated his office from reception, murmuring, “I’ll check the phone logs.”
“You might want to check company email, too,” I advised.
He looked back at me and nodded.
“Now that I’ve had a run-in with Dawn, I need coffee and donuts about seventeen thousand times more than I normally need coffee and donuts,” I shared.
The mood in the room shifted. His lips quirked again then he moved in to brush them to mine and let me go.
Ren saw to the coffees while I disbursed the donuts and after I’d snarfed down half of my Bavarian cream, he asked, “When’s your meeting with your brothers tonight?”
“Five thirty,” I answered through cream and dough.
He grinned as he watched me speak.
I took a swig of coffee and another bite.
Then he stated, “I’ll make a reservation for eight. Will that give you enough time to do that and get ready?”
Something hit me and I panicked.
He noticed it immediately. Then again, I’d stopped snarfing down my donut and froze, staring at him.
“Ally?” he called.
“Uh…” I mumbled.
Shit!
“What?” he asked.
“Well, um…” I started but trailed off.
His brows knit. “Is something the matter?” he asked.
Fuck. I had to tell him.
Whatever. We were living together. He’d find out eventually.
“It’s Monday,” I declared.
“Yeah,” he prompted.
“Monday night is Castle night,” I told him, and his head jerked.
“It’s what night?”
“Castle night.”
“What the fuck is that?” he asked.
“It’s a TV show,” I answered, and he blinked. I hurried on. “If we do a late dinner, we might not be home in time to watch it.”
He stared at me.
“Though, we can DVR it before we go, which would work,” I allowed grudgingly. “But I usually try to watch it as it airs.”
He kept staring at me.
