Page 17 of Sinful Like Us

My smile fades.

Farrow glances between me and Maximoff worriedly. Mostly because we can all sense Moffy’s nerves.

“You can ask me,” I say softly, having a small guess about where this is leading.

His shoulders are braced as though I’m about to reject him. “Would you plan our wedding for us? I know it’s a big undertaking and a ton of work—”

“Yes,” I cut him off, my smile already reappearing.

“Yes?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yes, of course. I will plan your wedding. I’d love to.” My heart swells just at the fact that they wouldwantme to be such a big part of this. “Though, I don’t understand why you’d be so nervous to ask me.”

“I know we’ve talked before about you being involved in the wedding, but planning the entire thing is a big deal. And I don’t want this to interfere withyourlife.” He gestures to me. “You put everything on hold for me, and this is just another thing. I shouldn’t even be asking you—”

“Please stop.” I rise to my feet, setting the water jug aside. “You’re not interfering. There’s nothing to interfere with. I am a jobless, aimless person right now, so it’s the perfect time to ask me.”

He grimaces. “No, you should be focusing onyouand finding your passion.” He looks to Farrow. “I shouldn’t have asked her.”

“We wanted her help. You already asked,” Farrow says coolly. “And she said yes.”

Theywanted my help.Farrow wanted me too.I smile even brighter, and with an agreeing nod, I also remind Maximoff, “I saidyes.”

He lets out a distressed breath and looks to Thatcher. “Please tell me you at least see where I’m coming from.” It feels like Moffy is actively trying to include Thatcher more, and my heart flutters.

Thatcher stares up from Ophelia, brush in hand, and he tells Maximoff, “She’s excited and she’ll be good at it.”

He thinks I’ll be good at it.I breathe in. “Three against one,” I say to Maximoff. “You’ve been outvoted.”

He sinks onto the loveseat in his wet towel. “Je te dois beaucoup, ma moitié.”I owe you so much, my other half.

We exchange a smile together, excitement brewing.

“You’ll need to talk to Farrow about details,” Maximoff says.

I frown. “Why not you both?”

“He’s been dreaming up his wedding since he was a kid. I never thought I’d get married.”

Farrow passes him a to-go container. “Just because I’ve dreamed up shit doesn’t mean I don’t need your opinions. We’re not doing everything I want…” He grins. “Even though that would be nice.”

Maximoff lets out a dry laugh and they start teasing each other.

We talk for a while about wedding destinations, and I propose a scouting location trip. To pick the perfect spot.

“How about a vacation in December?” I ask them. “We’ll be back before Christmas.”

Farrow smiles at Maximoff. “You know where you want to go?”

He says he’ll have to think about it, and after a few more minutes, I stand and cross towards the kitchen. Thatcher sidles next to me.

He dips his head down to whisper, “You’re going to have to leave the house, if you’re planning this wedding.”

My stomach plummets.

A part of me wanted to hole up inside for Tony’s two-month probationary period. If I don’t go out in public, then he doesn’t need to be around me. It was a win-win.

But Thatcher’s right. I’m not going to be able to become a two-month hermit, and while he’s on Xander’s detail, I’ll have a pompous asshole on mine.