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She rolled her eyes. “I’m not the only one with a big ego.”
“Big everything according to you, darling.”
“See? Even your dick’s awkward. Couldn’t be a little smaller so it’d fit easier.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Just confirmation that you’re difficult. That’s why I like you. The best things in life are always difficult. Look at Kat. It’s why she’s the perfect child.”
“You didn’t say that last week when she broke your computer.”
“That computer was kidproof until she dropped a bottle of cream soda on it.” At my snort, she grumbled, “You sure they’ll let me come?”
“Told them I needed you there.”
“Why? Not like you need backup.”
I shrugged. “If they think I want you to hold my hand, they can. Mostly, I just knew you’d think it was cool.”
She bit her lip before she burst out of her seat, startling Ren into a surprised meow, raced across the office, then hurled herself at me with enough force to shove my chair back a few feet.
As she choked me in a hug that I wasn’t entirely sure was loving, she squealed as loud as Kat which keyed me into the fact that she was happy.
She only confirmed it with: “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
“Boyfriend? Hey, what’s with the demotion?” I teased, even though I loved her excitement.
“Fiancé! Mine! You get to choose whichever you want.”
I tutted. “Then you know what I’ll go with.”
“You’re not going to kill my buzz, Conor O’Donnelly!” she crowed. “You. Are. Officially. My. Penguin.”
Beaming at her, I smacked a kiss on her cheek. “If that’s the only thing I had to do to get you to admit to that then hell, I’m a moron for not thinking of this sooner!”
She dismissed that to demand, “When is it?”
I checked the clock on my monitor. “Couple hours.”
Her eyes flared. “A couple hours?! I have to get ready.”
When she took off with the same speed as she barreled into me, I didn’t have the chance to ask her what the hell she thought you wore to a Summit, but ninety minutes later, showered and changed too, I got my answer.
She wore a black, sleeveless, knit turtleneck that displayed her strong shoulders, her hair was back in a bun that was librarian chic, and she wore dark-gray tailored pants that swirled around black, patent-leather heels. Over her arm, she’d draped a black trench coat.
“Since when do you wear heels?”
Arching a brow at me, she demanded, “Do you have a problem with my shitkickers?”
“No, but…” I whistled under my breath. “Dear God, you’re hot. Where did this outfit come from?”
“Savannah, of course.” She sniffed. “She said I needed to have a wardrobe that fit my position as penguin to an O’Donnelly.”
I smirked. “She’s smart.”
“She’s a pain, but hell, I didn’t have to shop and she did so we were both happy.”
“How many more outfits did she pick?” I queried, brows high. “Do I have more surprises in my future?”
