I laughed. “True.” I turned on the giant flat-screen TV that hung on the wall and then tossed Miles the remote. “You pick something then.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon watching historical romance shows and catching each other up on our lives.
Miles was on month five of dating Jessica, which made this his longest relationship ever. And it was eternally entertaining to watch the flirt I’d met two years ago be head over heels for a woman. He was so different and yet so himself. Jessica brought out the best in Miles, and she made him so happy it was impossible not to like her even though I’d only met her briefly since Miles liked to keep her all to himself. He was a bit like his brother in that way.
As proven by the way Hayden unceremoniously kicked Miles out of the penthouse the second he walked in the door and didn’t even wait for him to leave before devouring my lips in a kiss so deep it stole my ability to stand or even think.
TWENTY-THREE
Hayden
“Are you ready to go?”Danielle asked from the doorway of the living room.
We were going to dinner at Sierra’s house to celebrate her birthday—apparently an event I had to attend every year if I wanted her to stay my assistant—and I was going to have to face Danielle’s brothers for the first time as her husband. In short, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the event.
“Only if I have to be,” I said.
Danielle shook her head and crossed the room to where I was sitting on one of her beanbag chairs. “Come on. The sooner we get there, the more brownie points you win with Sierra.”
She held out a slender hand to help me up, and my gaze zeroed in on the silver watch on her wrist. It wasn’t a cheap brand and looked like something I would have bought her if I thought she’d accept it.
Did she have that kind of money, or was she less opposed to receiving gifts from people who weren’t me?
The expensive accessory looked out of place with her turquoise sundress and white canvas sneakers, making me think it wasn’t something she’d bought for herself.
“Everything okay?” A frown carved furrows in her forehead. She was still waiting for me to take her hand.
I looked away from the watch, knowing the question of its origins was going to bug me for the rest of the day, and let Danielle pull me up.
After the hour-plus drive out of the city to the countryside of southern New Hampshire, we pulled up to Sierra’s house. The party was being held in the backyard, taking advantage of the nice spring evening.
A soft breeze blew Danielle’s hair back from her face, and I pulled her in close.
“Are you cold?”
Her dress had her signature slit up one side and short off-the-shoulder sleeves that left most of her arms and a good portion of her upper body exposed. It was a sharp contrast to the other women’s pants and sweaters.
“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “The cold doesn’t bother me.”
“You were supposed to say yes so I have an excuse to keep hugging you all evening.”
She laughed. “Like you need an excuse.”
“You’re right. I don’t.” I grasped her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pressed my lips to hers.
“You might want to keep it clean,” Danielle murmured. “My brothers are here.”
I felt my brows climbing toward my hairline. “Your brothers are the kings of PDA.”
“True,” she said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they want to see it from other people.”
“That’s their problem. I want to kiss my wife.”
She smirked up at me. “You’re only saying that because you know I’ll protect you.”
I laughed. “Damn straight I am.”
I would have kissed her again, but before I could, she was being pulled out of my arms by Sierra’s husband.
