“Are you fucking with me?”
“Maybe.”
“Baby Soph,” I coaxed, rubbing the stubble on my face against her stomach. “If you don’t tell me who he is, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Well, I can’t have that now, can I?”
“I’m waiting. I won’t ask again.”
“You sound like you’re jealous.”
“I’m going to sound a hell of a lot worse if you don’t tell me who he is before I lose my patience.”
“Hmmm…” She held her finger up to her mouth. “You have patience? I’ve never seen it. But since I don’t want to see The Hulk come out, I’ll tell you who my beloved Alexander Barrington is. He’s the hero of the book I’m reading.”
“You little shit.”
She smirked, feeling proud of herself.
“Are you going to tell me why he reminds you of me?”
“There are a few reasons, but the most accurate one is that he’s stubborn and protective like you. He’s also a super over-the-top alpha.”
“I see. Is the heroine a pain in the ass like you?”
“Worse.”
“Does she need to stay away from him too?”
“She does, but they can’t stay away from each other. Even though he’s dating her sister.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a hero to me, Baby Soph.”
“It’s a long story.”
“It always is.”
“It’s actually three very long books.”
“And which one is your favorite?”
“The last one?”
“Why is that? Do they end up together?”
“They do, but they go through a lot to get there.”
I knew she was referring to us and using her book as an example. The sudden silence between us was deafening. We stayed quiet for a minute until she broke the silence.
“Are we ever going to talk about what happened that night with your dad?”
“Sophie—”
“Has he done that before?”
“What? Try to parent me?”
“No. Hit you?”