Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“For Reid?” I ask the obvious question.
“What do you really want, Evie?” she asks with a straight face. “Tell me what you envision your career will look like five years from now.”
This hardly seems like the time to delve into a subject as serious as that, but I sense she has a lot of business connections, so maybe I need to take that leap. “I always pictured myself working for a big company in their marketing department.”
“Really?” She slows the pace of her steps so I do, too.
“I have a degree in marketing,” I tell her for the first time. “I worked in the marketing department for a clothing brand for a few summers. I absolutely loved it.”
She studies my face. “I had no idea.”
“My job at Vidori is great,” I say so she won’t jump to an assumption that I don’t like it. “I get paid well, and I’ve met a lot of incredible people working there.”
“But you want something different?” she asks, reading between the lines of what I just said.
“Someday.” I nod. “For now, I want sleep.”
She reaches for my hand to stop me as I start to walk away. “Speaking of someday. I’d like your opinion on the gift I’m giving Randall for our wedding.”
I’m exhausted, but recognize how important this is to her, so I smile softly. “What are you thinking of giving Randall?”
“I’d rather show you.”
I’d rather sleep for a solid eight hours, but I nod. “Did you bring it with you this weekend, or do you have a picture of it on your phone?”
“I’ll show you when we’re back in New York,” she explains. “We can do it Wednesday night if you’re free?”
I have no idea what my life back home looks like now that I’m sleeping with my boss, but I agree to a Wednesday night bride-to-be and maid of honor date. “I’m free.”
“When I was in his room earlier, Randall was in the shower.” She lowers her voice yet again. “I noticed a box from Whispers of Grace. They sell the most exquisite jewelry there.”
I laugh. “Did you notice it, or were you searching for it?”
“Noticed.” She grins. “After a short search. Randall mentioned he brought my wedding gift with him to show Reid.”
“You opened it, didn’t you?”
“It’s a beautiful necklace, Evie,” she whispers, her eyes welling with tears. “It’s custom-made. My birthstone is set in gold right next to Randall’s birthstone. Seeing that made me realize I needed something extra special to give him for a wedding gift.”
“I understand.”
“I’ll show you what I’m getting him on Wednesday after you finish work.” She finally glances at the screen of her phone. “I didn’t realize it was this late. Go to bed.”
“I’m on my way there now,” I say with relief in my tone, and I back it up by sprinting toward my room because I don’t want anything or anyone to get in the way of my bed and me.
CHAPTER SIXTY
Reid
Sitting next to Evangeline for the drive back from East Hampton to Manhattan was a treat. I didn’t offer to drive, and she didn’t hand me the keys. Instead, she slid into the driver’s seat, adjusted everything to her liking since I was the last one to drive the car, and we set off.
I thought it would be just the two of us on that journey, but Charlotte crammed all of her luggage into the back just as we were about to leave. When she got in and announced she wanted to discuss wedding plans, there was little I could do but sit in the front passenger seat and watch Evie handle the car like a professional.
It turned me on in a way I wasn’t expecting. I hoped that once we got back to New York, I could convince her to go home with me, but Charlotte threw yet another wedding-related wrench into that plan.
They’re currently at Charlotte’s apartment, choosing music for the bride and groom’s first dance. I’m at the office, deciding what client files will require my immediate attention tomorrow morning.
“It’s Sunday, Reid,” Vance says as he appears at the open door of my office.
This might be one of the few times since we started this venture that I’m decked out in jeans and a T-shirt, and he’s sporting a three piece suit.
Vance, like me, has been known to put time in at this office on weekends but rarely in full business attire.
“Sure is.” I toss him a wide smile. “Did you forget that when you got dressed this morning?”
He drops his gaze to the suit before he adjusts the perfectly straight gray tie around his neck. “I had a meeting this morning. It was an important one. I wanted to give the client the respect she deserves.”
I keep close tabs on my business partners’ work calendars, so I know that he had nothing penciled in for today. “A meeting with who?”