Page 100 of By His Vow

“Why’s that?” I ask, my head still stuck inside.

“You already agreed to marry me.”

“Ow,” I cry, banging my head on a shelf.

“What exactly are you doing?” he asks, abandoning his blender in favor of getting a closer look at my fridge inspection.

“Looking for bacon.”

“Bacon?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah. I need to know if you have any?—”

His hand moves over my shoulder and he grabs something from a pile.

“Happy?” he asks, showing me the packet.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Now your coffee machine?” I ask hopefully.

“You don’t need coffee, Tatum,” he states, going back to put the lid on his health drink concoction.

“And this is where we disagree.”

“You need vitamins, minerals, potassium, magnesium, antioxi?—”

I cut him off. “No, I need caffeine.”

“Give me two weeks,” he says before turning the blender on and transforming his mixture of random shit into the green goop I know and hate.

“No,” I state, placing my hand on my hips and glaring as hard as I can for this early in the morning with no coffee in my system.

“Two weeks, and I promise you’ll feel better than you ever have.”

I can’t lie. Feeling better within myself does sound appealing. But then he removes the jug from the blender, and I change my mind.

He pours the juice into two glasses before passing one over.

Immediately, he lifts his to his lips and takes a big gulp.

I cringe.

How is he not gagging?

Cautiously, I lift it to my nose and sniff.

Yep, same as all the previous days.

“Have you even tried any of the ones I’ve delivered to you?” he asks, lifting a brow in question.

“Uh…”

“You’ve got to give it a chance, Tatum.” I stare at him, wondering if he’s talking about the juice or this whole situation. “Just try it. I promise you, it’s not that bad.”

I refuse for another few seconds before I reluctantly lift the glass to my lips and take a tentative sip.

I’m fully expecting it to taste like I’m drinking dirty toilet water. But the second it hits my tongue, I discover I’m wrong, and sadly, he’s right.