“No sex,” Grayson says. “Agreed.”
“No sex.” James nods.
“I should take her and Evelyn with me to New York on Monday,” Grayson says, sitting up straighter. “That would be a great way to spend time together. I’ll have meetings, but we can do some sightseeing. I definitely don’t want to leave Evelyn home with the nannies. They’re too new to her, and I could take one of them to New York, but I’d much rather spend the time with Caroline.”
“That’s perfect.” I raise my plastic wine glass. “All in.”
James shakes his head and raises his own beer. “All in.”
“I’m not sure exactly what I’m agreeing to,” Grayson says. “But what the hell? I’m in.”
CHAPTER26
Caroline
“Wow, little rich girl,”I say to Evelyn as I sway with her in front of the enormous windows in Grayson’s living room. “Nice view to grow up looking at.”
Grayson’s penthouse apartment overlooks Central Park.
I wouldn’t say I’m surprised by that exactly, but I didn’t give any thought to where he lived before we walked in here this morning.
I knew he was rich, but I haven’t really thought about it. I know Grayson as the barely-holding-it-together guy living back in Honeysuckle Harbor and trying to get his life figured out. I know him as the broody, sexy man who can make my panties wet with a single look. I know him as the amazing lover who can blow my mind even without actually fucking me. I know him as Evelyn’s in-over-his-head and yet still incredibly sweet, protective, and in love with his baby girl new dad.
But he’s rich. Like really rich.
He flew us here first class. We rode from the airport in a car with Grayson’s personal driver. We brought the elevator to the top floor of this building, where he strode straight into the bedroom to change before heading to the office.
I was gawking at the expensive leather furniture, the incredible artwork on the walls, the high ceiling, the plush carpet, the chef’s kitchen, and this view with the breathtaking view of the autumn colors exploding in Central Park when he walked back out of the bedroom adjusting his tie.
My mouth had instantly gone dry.
Maybe it’s because I’ve only seen him in joggers and T-shirts, jeans and T-shirts, and once in jeans and a button-down.
But damn.
That wasn’t Grayson, single dad, next door.
That was Mr. Ross, CEO.
And seeing him in a suit did all kinds of things to me. Hot, tingly, wet things.
I hadn’t realized I had a thing for hot boss types.
But I also almost immediately realized that I don’t.
I just have a thing for Grayson. And what that suit does for him is make him feel like the old Grayson: In charge. Confident. Comfortable.
His stride had been purposeful. His spine had been straight. His smile had been genuine.
And that was what made him so incredibly hot.
Though custom-tailored Armani didn’t hurt.
He’d come over to Evie and I, kissed both of us on the forehead, told us to be good girls, and that he’d see us later, then left in a little cloud of cologne and confidence that had made my knees weak.
Evelyn kicks her legs, looking down at the park now, and I laugh. “Maybe we should go down and take a walk after your nap,” I tell her.
I hope she takes her late morning nap. She’d been wide-eyed and interested at the airport and on the plane, interested in all the commotion and people—until anyone, including the nice older woman in the airport and the flight attendants, tried to interact with her or get her to smile. Then she’d scowl at them in her typical grumpy-baby way. She had, however, fallen asleep in Grayson’s arms about fifteen minutes into the flight and stayed asleep until he’d stood to deplane.
