Thirty-five
I blink twice and swallow. "Josh. Joshua."
His gaze keeps my hands glued to my sides, the thinly veiled emotion in his eyes sending chills to my bones. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No," I say. My hands move around his waist and I bury my head in his chest. "I don’t do boyfriends, I do husbands." The chuckles die on my lips when Brandon doesn’t share in my humour and a small yelp leaves me when he retracts my arms from his body.
A strand of hair falls over his face, he ignores it to ask, "Hello love? Darling?"
"Josh is my friend, that’s how we greet each other," I murmur in my defence. He arches an eyebrow and I start spouting answers to questions he never asked me. "Josh is my friend, we call each other sweet names but there’s nothing to it. It doesn’t mean shit."