Page 179 of By His Vow

“Yeah,” I confess. “I’m actually engaged to that asshole.”

“Why?” he blurts, unable to believe what he’s hearing.

I roll my eyes. “Because I’m madly in love with him and his overbearing, asshole ways.”

“Did you want to try that again and at least try to make it sound believable?”

“I’m too exhausted.”

“You know what you need? Margaritas.”

“No. What I need is carbs and sleep.” It’s been hours since those tacos, and I’m starving.

“Okay, carbs and margaritas, and then I’ll take you home to sleep. Wanna invite Lori to join us?”

I shake my head as I pack my things up. “She’s got a date with Matt.”

“Again?” he asks, surprised.

I get it. There aren’t many men who get this far with Lori. She’s usually self-sabotaged the possibility of a relationship by now.

“Yep. Matt is special.”

“Good for her. Shall we?” he asks, pushing to his feet and holding his arm out for me.

“Don’t let me get drunk.”

He laughs. “You do know who you’re talking to, right?”

“I’m going to regret this,” I mutter as I continue finishing up for the night.

My email pings with something that needs my immediate attention, and I sit down to deal with it while Cory scrolls through his phone.

Focusing on work might be the last thing I need right now, but I have to admit, it does help distract me.

It’s almost thirty minutes later when I finally close down my computer and stand.

“Okay, we’re good to go.”

“Thank God. Those margs won’t drink themselves.”

“It would probably be better for my body tomorrow if they did,” I deadpan as I throw my purse over my shoulder and head for the door.

Cory hops up from his seat, pockets his cell, and eagerly follows me out.

“So, what’s going on with you?” I ask once we’re securely in the elevator.

He chuckles. “Nothing anywhere as close as entertaining as what’s going on with you.”

“Humor me.”

“Okay.” He smirks, thinking for a moment. “You know that couple I spent time with a month or so ago?”

I roll my eyes. “The couple who gave you the best night of your life? How could I forget?”

“Man, it was good,” he says dreamily.

“Not good enough to share all the juicy details, though,” I point out as we descend through the building.