Eli scoffed. “You know you’re just ascurious as I am.”
Maybe.
Wilder gave a teasing shrug and waved thebox in front of Eli temptingly. “This one?”
We slowed as we reached the car and Elipretended to try to grab it from his hands. Wilder chuckled and shook his head.“Nope, this is for Lane to open.”
“Me?” I looked down at the package in hishands. It looked like one of the shirt boxes people would get from departmentstores around the holidays.
Wilder nodded and moved closer to me. “Openit.”
Leaning into him, I took it from his handsand started slowly opening the present. It was heavier than I’d expected, and Ifelt something shift inside it. “What is it? I don’t want to accidentally breakit.”
“Just don’t drop it, and it will be fine.”Wilder didn’t offer any more than that.
The sides were taped down and it took me amoment to run my finger under it and open the box. Peeling off the top, Ilooked down and my heart leapt up into my throat.
“Oh, Wilder.” It was my picture.
He’d stopped by and sat through so manyphoto shoots recently, the rest of the guys were starting to tease him thatthey were either going to put him to work or charge him rent. At the end of thelast shoot, he’d tucked the picture away and had refused to show anyone thefinished product. He’d just grinned and said that he wanted to tinker with afew things first.
The now-framed sketch had layers of detail.We were all there, hidden in different parts of the picture. As I stared,though, I saw some of the words that he’d put in there too.
Love.
Family.
It was beautiful. Pulling him into a hug, Icouldn’t take my eyes off the sketch. “It’s amazing. Thank you, Wilder.”
“You’re welcome. I thought that since you probablycouldn’t get a tattoo that size, having it framed would be a reasonablealternative.”
Eli’s head jerked up from where he’d beencooing at my picture. “You’re right, his boss would say no to having a tattoothat size. Preston would have a heart attack.”
I chuckled at the image. “Roman wouldn’t bepleased, either.”
Eli snickered. “He’d have a cow. It wouldbe almost worth it.”
I shook my head, not wanting Roman’s crazyto be turned toward me. “No thanks.”
Leaning into Wilder, I pressed a kiss tohis lips. “It really is incredible.”
The picture was perfect but so waseverything else. The way he got me. The way he made me stronger. He was justincredible.
Before Wilder could respond, Eli startedshaking his finger at us. “Oh no, save those looks for the photo shoot. Let’sgo.”
The little drama queen was in full drillsergeant mode. I had a feeling the photo shoot was going to be interesting.
****
Wilder
My worrier was even sexier than I’dimagined. The way the almost sheer fabric draped across his body in long waveshiding, then giving tantalizing glimpses of what might lie underneath wasincredible. I wasn’t sure if Eli or Roman had picked out the nightgown, but itwas perfect.
“It looks almost demure, but then you startto move and it’s—”
Eli interrupted, nearly purring the wordsout, before I could even think of how to finish the sentence. “Then you catch aglimpse of that sexy body, and it goes from being almost too virginal to adesperate desire-filled virgin on his wedding night getting ready to be ravishedby the sexy beast.”
Roman snorted and shook his head. “You’vewatched that movie too many times this week.”
