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“I have a few suggestions, husband,” I tease, pinching his ass.
He crashes his lips to mine, tasting of champagne and mint and causing me to groan. I can’t get close enough. My body is on fire. I’m smoldering for him.
“Can we get out of here?” I ask, running my hand down his chest and resting it on his belt buckle.
“You bet, Rainbow Girl. Lead the way to your pot of gold.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I say, “It’s a good job you’re cute.”
Epilogue II
PARKER
Eight months later…
It’s late. The live session ran longer than expected tonight, and the new bartender is still getting used to the Friday night hype. It’s been hard finding a decent enough replacement for Summer since she got a job at one of Hollywood’s most sought-after interior design companies. The girl never ceases to amaze me, and I love that everyone adores her and sees how incredible she is.
As much as I miss having her with me all the time, I’m so damn proud of everything she’s achieved and her drive.
“Talk tomorrow,” I tell Harrison while I park up beside Summer’s blue electric BMW.
“Yeah,” he groans. “It’s a Saturday—we both know that’s not going to happen. I’m pretty certain you block my number on the weekends.”
I don’t, but it doesn’t stop me from teasing him. “Only because you’re becoming way too needy with old age.”
“Fuck you, dude!” he bites back. “Are you guys coming to the auction next week? I have a few pieces that Summer might like.”
Unsurprisingly, Harrison knows exactly what Summer loves when it comes to art. It’s why his clients keep going back to him, and he knows how to use his annoying as hell charms on them all too well.
“Put them aside for her?”
“Hell no! You want them, you come barter for them.”
“I’ll get a phone bidder,” I blow out a breath, shrugging.
“And I’ll block the bids. If you’re not there, you’re not getting a shot at these…and just imagine how disappointed Summer bear would be…”
Ugh…Summer bear. Harrison’s new nickname for my wife. Not that it makes any sense because she’s the most chill and softest person. But then I suppose if you poke her enough, Summer pokes right back.
Getting out of my car, I can’t help but smile at the Beemer’s pop of color on our driveway. While she protested about getting a new car, the fact she’s driving around LA pretty much every day, from client to client, meant that she needed a reliable vehicle. Not to mention that while I drop East off at preschool, Summer picks him up on her way home.
“Anyway, you’re going to be there because you still owe me.” I can’t argue with that. “Get Kate’s mom to sit for you guys too, and we can make a night of it. You and Summer work way too hard.”
“I’ll ask what she wants to do.”
“Fucking tell her,” he laughs. “Woman, this is what we’re doing!”
Pausing in the dim entry, I listen out for the sound of the television or radio. The faint sound of music ebbs from Summer’s office at the top of the stairs. The door is slightly ajar, and a warm ray of light lights up the foyer.
“I actually love being married,” I tell him, putting my keys on the large shell-shaped bowl that Summer and Easton made at a toddler pottery class a few months back. “So you can keep your advice. Thanks, but no thanks, asshole.”
Before he can reply, I say goodbye and end the call, heading to the kitchen to get both me and Summer a drink. Every Friday night when I get home from work, we have a beer or wine and sit out by the pool. With Easton exhausted from the week at preschool, we have the chance to talk and enjoy each other.
With a couple of glasses of the pinot grigio that Kate gave us from the vineyard, I stand in her office doorway and watch her pick out samples from the pile of fabric squares on her desk. She has a few boards up, but the one she’s working on is new. It’s all muted colors and cute farm animals.
“I can feel it when you’re watching me,” she says.
Summer doesn’t look up at me. Instead, she continues pinning the fabric to different areas of the board. Curiosity gets the better of me; nothing is ever more interesting than me. The minute I’m home, Summer drops everything the same way that I forget about everything outside of our bubble when we’re together.
