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CHAPTER FIFTY
Carrie
“Uncle Holden and I are doing a dance together,” Kirby says to me as we stand in the foyer of the Matiz building. “Could you come?”
Unsure of how to answer that, I look to her dad for guidance.
He nods. “Auntie Abby and Uncle Declan will be there, so I’m sure Carrie would love to be in attendance, too.”
Since he mentioned my sister and brother-in-law, the assumption is clear that this dance will happen once Abby is back in Manhattan.
“Sure.” I smile at Kirby. “I’d love to be there.”
“It’s a recital,” she clarifies. “We are tap dancers.”
I don’t know Holden Sheppard all that well, but I’m surprised to learn he’s a tap dancer.
“Daddy will text you all about it.” Kirby reaches up to tap the corner of the phone in Rook’s hand. “Do it now, Daddy, so she knows where to go.”
“Right.” He nods.
Within second my phone’s screen lights up with his incoming text message.
Rook: I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow night if you meet me at The Beaumont.
I steal a glance at his smiling face before I type out a response.
Carrie: Are you holding the recital details hostage?
When I look at him this time, he nods with a wicked gleam in his eyes. His next message sends a pulse of desire coursing through me.
Rook: I am. I’ll tell all if you sit on my face when I arrive.
I suck in a deep breath and respond.
Carrie: What time should I be there?
He studies my face briefly before his fingers trail over his phone’s screen.
Rook: I have to take care of something before we meet up, so let’s say 8?
Looking up, I nod.
“Can we go get ice cream now?” Kirby tugs on the bottom hem of Rook’s suit jacket. “Please, Daddy.”
He glances at the watch on his wrist. “Let’s pick up a pint on our way home. You can have a small bowl for dessert after dinner.”
“Lawyers,” she scoffs as she tosses me a look.
I can’t help but laugh at her larger than life personality. “My sister is a lawyer, so I get it.”
She nods. “We’re kind of the same, Carrie. We love cats, and I’ll be a scientist, too, and we both know lawyers.”
“We are kind of the same,” I agree. “I like that.”
“Me too.” She quickly closes the distance between us to wrap her arms around my waist. “Thank you again for everything.”
Pulling her into an embrace, I smile down at her face. “You’re very welcome.”
