Chapter 25

“Thank you, dear.” She gripped the glass with her delicate fingers now adorned with several rings. She took them off when she was working, but, as soon as her shift was over, the bling came back on.

Before stepping away from the table, he glanced out into the living room to make sure Mason was okay. He couldn’t see his face, but the blanket was tucked snugly around him. Otho smiled, his chest going warm at the sight.

Joslyn huffed a sigh. “So, have you proposed yet?”

He glared at her, but he couldn’t work up the energy to do it properly.

“Oh no, you have, and I missed it.” She faked a shocked gasp and touched her hand to her mouth.

“I haven’t done anything.” Otho turned back to the potatoes—potatoes understood him.

“Good, good. We’ve trained for this, remember?”

He ignored her.

“I’m serious, Otho, no more broken hearts because you think he’s the one.” She made air quotes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lyn. I fished him out of the river. I know he’s not here for me.”