THE SECOND TIME! Did he not see a pattern developing? Was he not aware? Of course he wasn’t; because she was doing everything in her power to keep her mouth closed. And it was growing increasingly difficult. How could he not tell her about this trip? He seemed relatively excited about it. He was packing feverishly one night as she sat on the bed, watching him keenly. How could he not have fucking told her?It’s okay. You went an entire month or so without telling him about your job. Payback’s a bitch, right? Brandon held up two different button-down shirts, glanced down at each one of them, before looking up at her again. “Well...?” “Neither. They’re both wrinkled.” “Natalie.”She relented, exhaling heavily. “The blue one.” “I appreciate your cooperation.” Sliding off the bed, she approaches him defensively, arms crossed at her chest. “So...how long are you going to be gone?” Brandon, who had been folding his boxer briefs, stalled, erected his back and pursed his lips together.
