117. Rosalyn

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN

ROSALYN

"I promise."

Nathan dips his chin. "That's my good girl."

I hold Charles up a little higher, covering the bottom half of my face as I admit, "I like when you say that."

My boyfriend smirks at me through the phone screen. "Oh, do you?"

I nod.

"You hear that, Charles? Our girl likes to be praised."

"Nate." A feminine voice sounds from somewhere on Nathan's end of the line.

Charles turns his head toward the phone, and we both narrow our eyes.

The cat meows.

I agree.

Yes, Charles, who the fuck is that?

"If you need to go…" I prompt, feeling a little bit petty after he's been so nice to me but unable to help it.

Instead of looking annoyed at my attitude, Nathan grins. "Green looks good on you, my pretty Rosie."

"Nate?" The voice sounds again .

Nathan looks away from the screen, and his grin shifts to something more neutral. "I'll be with you in a moment." He looks back at the screen. "Sorry, Honey. I think one of the planners is summoning me for a session."

I lift a brow.

I don't think that's what's happening at all. But I think this might be his way of blowing the woman off.

"Oh, I'm not…" the woman cuts in, sounding awkward but not awkward enough to walk away. "It's me, Cindy."

I lift my face from behind Charles and mouth Cindy .