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"What time is your girl coming over on Saturday?"
"She's not." Lying to him is only digging my grave deeper and deeper, especially since he's going to find out soon enough, but I don't have a choice, and Evie gave me a good idea. "I have to go home Saturday afternoon. My mom needs help with a few things before snow starts to fall."
"What about your dad?"
"He's in Japan on business." Not a lie. He left yesterday. I talked to him while he waited for his plane to begin boarding. "He took off last night."
"How convenient." I can tell he's not buying my story, but I don't care at this point. "What does she need you to do?"
When I spoke with my dad, he was bitching about how tired he was and how he planned to sleep the entire flight. My mom had him winterizing the house all week. He even sent me a few before and after photos.
Photos I'll use to convince Craig I actually went home so maybe he'll stop pestering me.
"Gutters and a few other things. My dad was going to try to get to them this week, but he didn't have enough time." I'll leave early afternoon, check into our room, and get everything ready while I wait for six o'clock to roll around. Before I pick up Evie, I'll shoot him some before pictures. "I'll be back before our meeting on Sunday night."
"I bet you will." He smirks, tossing me a bottle of water from the fridge.
I don't have a choice. Meetings are mandatory, and I don't want to find out the consequences of missing one. Not to mention, I've given Max enough reasons to keep a close watch over me. I don't need to add to the growing list of reasons for him to hate me.
That will come soon enough.
The rest of the night, I stare at my statistics textbook and zone out, my thoughts focused on Saturday night. Less than forty-eight hours and I'll have Evie all to myself for the first time ever. Without having to worry that someone will see us. I've been looking over my shoulder for weeks, and it'll be nice to not have to for a change.
Even if it's just for the night.
Because after we tell Max next week, I'll have to keep my head on a swivel. Even if he doesn't strike that night, he will strike.
Craig invitedhimself to come home with me. To help with my chores. I declined eight times before he finally dropped the subject. But now I'm running late. I'll barely have enough time to check in to the room and change before I need to pick Evie up from Brady's apartment.
I'm still nervous about that.
She swears it's safe, even though Max only lives a few blocks away. Julian is working tonight, and Brady said he'd keep tabs on Max while we are out. He's even gone so far as to go over to his apartment and hold him hostage—his words according to Evie—until we're finished with dinner.
Pulling up to the curb in front of Brady's building, I grab the bouquet of flowers I bought her from the plastic grocery store bag, tucking the bag with the rest of its contents under the seat. Then I adjust my tie in the mirror before heading inside to pick up my angel, forgoing the elevator and taking the stairs two at a time in anticipation of seeing her.
She opens the door after one knock, leaving me with my fist in the air and my jaw on the ground.
She looks gorgeous.
In a form-fitting blue dress that brings out the color of her eyes, Evie is going to attract the attention of every man in the restaurant. Her heels bring her closer to my height, accentuating her lean legs and making my mouth water. Her long locks are pulled away from her face, but the rest of her hair swirls down her back in long waves. It's her lips that catch and hold my attention, though.
She's painted them a deep shade of red I can't wait to kiss off of her.
"Stunning." It's the only word that slips past my lips as I regain control of my body, reaching out and pulling her against me.
"You look good in a tie." She gives it a little tug, and I willingly lower my head so she can press her lips against mine. It's a short, sweet kiss. After she pulls away, she wipes the corner of my mouth with her thumb. "There. I got rid of the evidence."
If that's all it takes for her lipstick to transfer, I’m hoping to be wearing it by the end of the night. On my lips, my neck, other ... parts of my body.
"We should get going. We have a reservation to keep."
"We do?" she asks, stepping inside the apartment and coming back with her purse and a bag. Taking it from her, I hike the bag high on my shoulder. "What kind of reservation?"
The sultry tone of her voice makes my dick twitch.
It's going to be a long night. Especially if she keeps talking like that.
"Dinner first, then dessert," I state as she locks Brady's door, placing the key under the welcome mat before slipping her hand in the crook of my elbow.
"I like the sound of that."
"Which part?"
"The part where I get dessert." She's using that tone again. The one that sets my body on fire. The one that makes me crave her bare skin beneath my fingertips. The very reason I became obsessed with my angel in the first place.
