“Never mind about her. How’s married life?” Sinclair grinned at me. “Tell me all about the honeymoon.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’d expect that sort of comment from your brother, but not you.”
Sinclair laughed. “Trouble in paradise already?”
“You’re getting way too much enjoyment from this. You know he rubs me wrong.”
“So, he rubbed you?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
I pursed my lips at her. “Of all the people to do this bet with, he’s the worst.”
“First, you could do a lot worse than Ryder. He’s easy-going, which with your temperament will make this little experiment easier.”
She was wrong about that. His easy-going nature irked me to no end.
“Second,” she continued, “I’m not the one who chose him. Ryder volunteered. I have to wonder why he’d do that knowing you as we do.”
There was something in her statement that suggested a deeper meaning.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“You said it yourself; oil and water.”
I shrugged. “He probably just wanted the opportunity to annoy me more than he already does. He gets a perverse sense of joy out of hassling me.”
“What did he do last night to annoy you?” she asked.
“His plates don’t match.”
“No!” Sinclair made an exaggerated horrified look. “How did you ever survive? What else? I suppose he put the mint in the tea wrong.”
“No. That was good.”
“His steak overcooked?”
“No.” I was forced to admit he was a good cook.
“The bed was lumpy?”
I huffed out a breath. “It was comfortable.”
Sinclair slapped her hand on my desk. “I can’t believe he made you endure all that. What was he thinking?”
I hated that I was coming out looking like a petty bitch. Damn it, I was a petty bitch. “Fine, it wasn’t so bad. But it wasn’t my space.”
“You know, I get that order is comforting, but it can be limiting too. Maybe you should see this as an adventure. Open yourself to new experiences. New possibilities.”
“It’s a fake marriage. I’m not sure what you think I’m going to get out of it.”
Sinclair’s eyebrows waggled suggestively.
Was she joking? “No. Not in a million years would I sleep with Ryder.”
She frowned. “Why not? He’s a good-looking guy. He has had practice, so he’s probably good at it. And let’s face it, you could use it. You could use a little tension reduction.”
I gaped. “He’s your brother!”
“So?”