“I need to get a young, sexy assistant,” he said, drawing a breath in through his teeth.“A blonde, I think.At least a D-cup.”
“Good luck with that.We share an office.”
“I’ll take business trips with her.And you love doing it at the office.Maybe we can share her.”
“Maybe.”
He winked and got to driving.“Bet it’s better when there’s a chance of the wife catching you at it.”
With a smile, she shook her head.“Oh, Boy Scout, you don’t even know how sunk you are.”
“I know it, baby,” he said, retrieving her hand to put it on the stick shift again.“You never did open your box.”
Her present?No, she’d forgotten all about it.“What’s inside?”
He flashed her a smile.“Just wait ‘til we get home.”
EXTENDED
EPILOGUE
ONE
OH, LIKE SHE’D just let that lie.“You have to tell me.”
He snickered away to himself in his smugness.“No, I don’t.”
“We could be up here with my mom for a few days.”
“And?”
“And I want to know now.”
“I want head.”
Another restrained groan.Always with the quick quip.Someone needed to smack this guy upside his head.
“This is serious,” she said.
“So am I.Oral for me, answer for you.”
“Rourke,” she challenged his smirk and prodded him in the ribs.“I’m your wife.”
“To-be,” he said, raising his arm to give her better access for her poking.“My wife-to-be is impatient.”
“Impatient enough to break something important like—” except as she looked around and opened the glovebox, it hit her.“This is a rental.”A classy clean one, but a rental nonetheless.She plucked the agreement from the glovebox.“A rental?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So you love driving.Why didn’t you bring one of your fancy fast cars?”
“When someone from your family is in a hospital, you haul ass.You get there as fast as you can.”Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.How was she supposed to be mad at him now?“Where’s the Grand in this town?”
“The Grand hotel?”
“Yeah, the Grand hotel.Where else?”She typed an address into the onboard satnav.“That’s not a—”
“It’s my apartment.”
