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Her eyes widened. “The guys wouldn’t care?”
“Drake, you just launched the biggest rollout in Hooked’s history, and it went off without a goddamn hitch. Our membership rate has skyrocketed. Our income has soared. No, I’m positive they wouldn’t care.”
“I have kicked ass the past month, haven’t I?”
I reached across the small space between us, placing my hand on the back of her head. “Just a tiny bit.” I squeezed. “But that started when you came to work for us, not just in the last month, Drake.”
She nodded, her way of appreciating my compliment. “Saara will be thrilled.”
“And you?”
She made it visible that she was taking a deep breath. “I’m going to miss you.”
I gave her a brief kiss. “You haven’t even left yet.”
“Just the thought makes me feel that way.”
I rubbed my nose against hers, breathing in the coconut scent that wafted off her skin, the sweetness on her lips from the coffee. “What would I do without you?”
“You’ll never have to know.”
We stayed like that, locked together, until a sound came through her phone. She gave me a small peck and reached for her cell. The only thing that would make her move that fast was if she assumed it was a text from one of her team members—she refused to ever keep them waiting. But as she read the message, her laugh told me it was something entirely different.
“Oh God,” she said, “now this is interesting.” She tilted the screen in my direction so I could see what she was talking about.
I took the cell from her, resting it on my palm, reading the notification. It was from some gossip site. I didn’t subscribe to those kinds of messages, but for some ungodly reason, Drake found them entertaining.
The notification had the headlineBoston’s Biggest Bachelor Hooked SIX.
I sighed. “This is about Grayson, isn’t it?”
Her expression was like a wince. “I think so.”
I clicked on the alert, and it brought me to an article that showed a photo of the hundred-plus-foot megayacht Grayson had rented for the week and was currently floating around in within the waters of Saint-Tropez. He was shirtless on top of the boat, in a pair of swim trunks, and six women sunbathed near him.
What the photo didn’t show was that there were other men on the yacht with Grayson. A few of his friends had gone along, but the women, probably at least three, were definitely hooking up with my best friend.
He gave zero fucks.
And he wouldn’t care about this notification that had gone out across the world either.
He was out there celebrating, having fun, unplugging from the last few months, which, between the lawsuit and the launch, had been some of the toughest we’d ever gone through as a company.
“I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go with him,” Drake said. “Can you imagine the gossip if I was on that sundeck in a bikini and you just happened to be inside the boat and the headlines wereBoston’s Biggest Bachelor Hooked Best Friend’s Girlfriend?”
I reached for her hand and kissed her ring finger, reminding her she wasn’t going to be my girlfriend for much longer. And the second her lease was up, she would be moving into my condo, a decision we’d already agreed on. “I knew there was a reason we turned down that trip.”
Even with the other partners gone, there was no way we could have joined Grayson in France. There was far too much shit to be done at the office. Two weeks post-rollout and things hadn’t even come close to calming down.
I pulled her chair closer, so our legs were touching, and my arm returned to her shoulders. We stayed quiet for several moments, and that was when something hit me.
Something that was supposed to happen and didn’t.
“I forgot a very important step,” I told her.
I leaned into her cheek. Still breathing her in but waiting for her to respond.
“What’s that?”
