Page 13 of Big Santa
I grin. “That’s better.”
“I don’t think this is forever,” I tell her.
“Thirteen years and eight months sounds pretty fucking forever.”
“Okay, fine. I don’t think it’s a fairy tale.”
“That’s probably healthy.”
“I’m not expecting to fall madly in love with him.”
“Have you seen him?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’ve seen him.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Is he hot?”
“I don’t know.”
Her mouth drops open. “You don’t know?”
“I saw his profile picture, and he looked...” I try to remember. Dark hair, serious expression, suit, broad shoulders. There might have been some gray at the temples.
Honestly, I spent significantly more time studying the picture of Shiloh.
“He’s big.”
Josie blinks. “Big?”
“He’s tall.”
“How tall?”
“Six-four, I think.”
“Oh.”
“And he kind of has a grumpy face.”
Her eyes light up. “Hot grumpy or murder grumpy?”
“Is there a difference?”
“Huge difference.”
“I don’t know. He’s attractive, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“This isn’t about that. He’s not looking for a real wife.”
“You’re legally married.”
“You know what I mean.”
