NATHANIEL
Rowan turned around to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. She was sexy when she tried to look angry, it only made my decision that much clearer.
“You just sent Stanley off with a practical stranger,” she said.
I let her pout and went back into the kitchen to put the fruit away. All I heard was the padding of her sock covered feet following me. I tried to cover up my smile.
“Before he was your brother, he was my assistant,” I told her. I began boxing up the fruit to keep it as fresh as possible so she could eat it after we were done. “He isn’t as incompetent as he looks.”
Staring down at my feet, I saw the only pair of new socks Rowan had for me. They were giant fuzzy pink socks, and the only thing running through my mind was that I should have my own socks here. I
