from him in years.” I didn’t really know why I’d just told him that.
“Really?” Jaxon sat up straighter. “What’s his name? Maybe I know him. Where is he based?”
Fuck. I’d opened the door to his questions, so I knew he wasn’t just trying to pry again. I really didn’t want to talk about my brother, though.
Grabbing a bite of calamari, I popped it into my mouth and widened my eyes at my fake husband. “You really have to try that. It’s great. Tell me about your time in the service instead. I’d much rather hear about that.”
I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He knew I’d changed the subject intentionally, but he plucked up a piece of the calamari anyway and didn’t push me for answers.
We spent the rest of our dinner stuffing our faces with Big Mac’s incredible food, and Jaxon told me several hilarious stories of things he’d gotten up to in the Air Force.
By the time my stomach was so full that I doubted I’d even have space to fit ice cream, I realized I may have judged him too harshly earlier. Under the circumstances, I could’ve spent the evening in far worse company than his.
So he’d made an insensitive comment about my previous relationship? He hadn’t been wrong. I wasn’t ready to talk about that particular topic with him yet, but I had a feeling that when I was, that unbiased opinion he’d offered me earlier might actually just be helpful.
Chapter 10
JAXON
I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of cabinets opening and closing. Cracking open an eye, I lifted my arm to check the watch on my wrist.
Five o’clock in the morning? What the fuck is going on?
“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting up with a groan. “It’s five a.m. We’re on vacation. Why are we awake?”
She turned where she was standing in the small kitchenette that was really more of a counter with a basket of fruit and a coffeemaker on it. There was a tiny sink that was probably only there so one could rinse the fruit and a few cabinets underneath with the basic cutlery and crockery.
I’d heard Lindsay washing her clothes in the bathroom after we’d gotten back from dinner, and then I’d spent an hour trying not to think about the fact that she was sleeping naked only feet away from me before I’d eventually drifted off. That felt like it’d only happened five minutes ago.
Her clothes had obviously dried overnight because she was wearing them again, clutching a mug as she stared at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
I rubbed my eyes, shaking my head before stretching and letting out a yawn worthy of a lion. “I’m up now. Again, though, why exactly is that?”
“I have a whole list of things I want to do today. I want to get the most out of this trip, see everything I’d planned on seeing, and that won’t happen if I spend all day in bed.”
“It’s five a.m.,” I repeated. “Sleeping for another hour or two would hardly count as spending all day in bed.”
She shrugged, lifting the spoon out of her mug and rinsing it in the sink before setting it down on a plate. “If I get an early start today, I’ll fit in more of the sights I want to see.”
“You do realize that nothing is going to be open at this hour, right? You’re going to have wait until the attractions open before you can actually see them anyway.”
“Some of the things I want to see aren’t the ordinary run-of-the-mill tourists’ attractions. I’m sure I’ll be able to find a taxi and I’ll ask the driver to take me where I want to go. Simple.”
She smiled.
I slammed my back down on the sofa-bed and grabbed a pillow, covering my face with it while I yawned again. “It’s unnatural to be awake this early in the morning when you’re not working, wifey dear. Go back to bed and I’ll get you a taxi myself in a few hours. Just relax a little, would you?”
“Nope. I didn’t come here to relax.”
I frowned and yanked the pillow away, rolling over to face her and propping myself up on my elbow. “What are you talking about? You came here on your honeymoon. What else were you planning on doing?”
Her smile turned into a smirk. “Do you really have to ask?”