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Chapter Forty-one
Catherine
Ireenteredthekitchento find Miles holding the monitor and the others crowded around him, watching the scene happening in the nursery.
“Are you spying on my baby?” I teased.
“Yup,” Miles replied unabashedly. “This is cool as hell. You can just watch your kid whenever you want to?”
“I can. I’m not as neurotic about watching her as I used to be, though.”
Saoirse laughed. “Let me guess, Elliot is?”
I grinned. “He finds it soothing having the monitor close by.”
Luca shook his head. “Yeah, I can see Elliot as a total hover father.” When he realized what he’d said, that he called Elliot a father, he clamped his mouth shut.
“It’s fine,” I assured him. “He absolutely is a hover father, but I like it. It makes me feel not so crazy.”
Miles turned the sound up to listen in on Elliot and Elise talking.
“Can I be Aunt Elise now?”
“Yeah. That’d be all right with me.”
Elise sighed. “I think you should marry her, El.”
“All right, turn that off.” Weston tried to snatch the monitor from his brother, but Miles spun away, cackling.
“I’m going to, El. Don’t worry about that.”
“Oh yeah? When’s that going to happen?”
Luca snuck in from behind Miles and swiped the monitor out of his hand, shutting it off before any of us could hear Elliot’s reply. He handed it to me.
“Sorry,” he uttered, shooting Miles a dirty look.
“It’s fine.” And it was, even though my face was on fire and my heart had expanded ten times. I knew Elliot planned on marrying me—he told me daily I was his forever—but hearing him say it to his sister with such assurance was a whole other ball game.
Weston smacked the back of Miles’s head. “Learn when enough is enough.”
“That’s boring,” Miles proclaimed before turning a contrite smile on me. “Sorry, Kit.”
I picked up my half-full wineglass and waved him off. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
As I sipped my wine and tried to recover from what I’d heard, I wondered if Elliot had remembered the monitor was on when he was speaking to Elise.
But this was Elliot. He didn’t miss important details.
Of course he’d remembered and known all of us might hear, including me.
I bit down on my bottom lip, and my toes curled. Elliot Levy wanted to marry me, and he made sure everyone important to him knew it too.
The atrium lobby of the Rockford building had been transformed from a sleek, modern passage into a cocktail party venue. When we arrived, finely dressed guests were milling about, waiters carrying trays filled with champagne and hors d’oeuvres weaving between them. Twinkle lights had been wrapped around steel pillars and seating had been arranged in clusters. Sprays of exotic flowers livened up the space, giving it a celebratory feel.
Our group split off, Luca and Weston running into people they knew who wanted to speak with them, and Miles ventured off to find the bar and new friends. Elliot kept his arm around my waist, introducing me to too many people for me to keep straight.
Not that this was a party full of strangers. I’d been by Elliot’s side for over a year as his assistant, so there were many people I had met when I’d accompanied him to his meetings, but this was our officialcoming out. We were showing in no uncertain terms we were far more than boss and assistant now, and though it was nerve-racking, feeling Elliot’s pride when he reintroduced me as his girlfriend had me beaming like a little loon.
