Page 69 of Wright Together

Colton jogged up to us then. “All right, boss man. Gimme those keys. I want to drive.”

I shoved him in the back of his head, and he cackled. “Get in the backseat. No one drives my car.”

“You’re no fun.”

But I knew he didn’t mean it.

Eve laughed at our antics. I loved seeing her like this. Both of them like this. It felt like things were finally coming together.

20

Eve

Even though it was my birthday, I spent all day showing houses to my clients. No rest for the wicked.

My last showing was around six, and I dashed home to spend adequate time getting ready for my date tonight. I preened in the mirror. Date. I was going on a date…for my birthday. Something I actually wanted to do. I hadn’t known that I could feel like this again. That Whitt, of all people, could make me feel like this again.

I spent extra care on my hair and makeup, pulled out the fancy lingerie for tonight, and slid on a little black dress and heels. I grabbed a teeny clutch just as the doorbell rang, and I darted into the living room. My roommates were out with their boyfriends or working. I hated to admit that I was disappointed that no one else knew it was my birthday. Not that I’d told anyone. Which meant that I had no right to be disappointed. Still, I was…

Whitt hadn’t told me how he’d found out.

I was going to get it out of him one way or another.

I yanked the door open and found him in a sharp charcoal suit that had tailored lines and barely contained his height and bulk. I lived for him in a suit.

“Happy birthday,” he said as he held up a bouquet of peonies.

My favorite flower. Gah.

“You went all out.”

“I promised flowers.”

He grinned as he passed them to me. I brought them to my nose and drew in the floral scent.

“You delivered.” We strode into the kitchen, and I found one of Blaire’s many vases to put them in. “Shall we?”

But Whitt’s eyes were still set on me in my little black dress. “Trying to get my fill.”

I bit my lip. “Well, I wore something special for you, but you can’t see it until after dinner.”

His eyes blazed at that news. “Oh?”

“Yes, sir,” I teased.

He walked me into the kitchen counter. “What exactly is so special?” His hands fell to my bare thighs and began to work their way up under my dress.

I smacked his hand. “After dinner.”

“Oh, but now I’m interested.”

The man dropped to one knee in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight. How could I deny him anything when he supplicated before me as if I were a goddess?

His nose ran along my inner thigh. “Anyone else home?”

“No,” I gasped.

“Oh good.”