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The picture is over so quickly, I honestly don’t realize it’s happened until she begins lowering her hands.
“One more,” I confidently command. “I want one where you can see how much I love you too.”
Chapter 22
Wes
Everything is going to be fine.
Bryn’s going to nail her interview.
The institute is going to be thrilled to have her.
She’s going to take the offered position, offer to apply for a different position over my desk, and then enjoy a romantic, candlelight celebratory dinner of lobster thermidor or steak tartare or maybe even bouillabaisse with me.
Dining out to commemorate the change isn’t quite in my realm yet, but perhaps soon.
Rattles from my cell begin vibrating across the desk, momentarily pulling my attention away from the word search getting the better of me.
Evie’s name and scowling face are thankfully easy to ignore.
Especially when there are more pressing things on my mind.
Like getting Bryn the proper attire for her new career.
New makeup – though I hope she doesn’t stop the blue eyeliner because it truly does make her eyes standout.
And Arkam knows there’s nothing that drives me more insane than getting lost in her mischievous gaze.
My phone starts vibrating again except ignoring it this time occurs courtesy of J.T.’s laughter from across the desk. “You’re gonna love the venue, Sully. Trust me.”
“And dinner?” the head of our largest distillery in the country good naturedly counters. “Am I gonna love the restaurant you’ll be taking me and Cheryl to when we get into town?”
“Dai’s Steakhouse never disappoints.”
Hm.
Maybe that’s where our next outing should be.
I can have them close a bit early.
Secure a private room.
Extend our privacy agreement to cover one on one visits from me and Bryn, ultimately providing us with at least one restaurant we can leave the estate to dine at.
She’d like that.
I think…I’d like that.
Two notable raps are delivered to my closed, upstairs office door prior to it being opened by Park. “My apologies for interrupting, Wilcox,” his typically stoic demeanor slightly wavers, “but we have a problem.”
My stare briefly cuts to J.T. prompting him to immediately end the call. “We’ll be in touch again soon, Sully. Alright?”
“Of course!” Joyfulness jumps through his tone as it always does. “Tell Wes I can’t wait to hear his thoughts about our bacon and maple infusions!”
Yes.
Yes, he can.
