The fuck kind of question is that?
Lincoln:
Long story, but I’m building dreams here, bro. *Willa’s* dreams. Can you do it or not?
Declan:
Give me more details
Lincoln:
She sketched it a while ago.
Stone & Bramble…the farm rebrand.
Except the paper did something to piss her off because she stabbed it repeatedly with a pen.
Declan:
Drop it off at the shop and I’ll take care of it
Lincoln:
Everyone always talks about how you’re a huge prick, but they don’t know what a marshmallow you really are.
Declan:
I can change my mind at any time, dickhead
Lincoln:
Love you, you big softy
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
WILLA
Beau:
You can ignore my calls and keep dodging my texts, but I’m not going away. Hope you’re enjoying the quiet while you can, sis.
One Night Stan’slooked like a bachelorette party and the library had a baby. Glitter was everywhere, giant pink neon lips hung on a backdrop made up of loose book pages, and feather boas draped every available surface.
Chloe, Sutton, Penelope, and I sat in a corner booth, watching as Mabel packed the place to its limit. It wasn’t hard to believe what had started as atiny book eventhad turned into the kind of eveningthat required backup bartenders, a themed drink menu courtesy of my husband, and crowd control. Especially when that unhinged woman was leading the party.
All four Steele brothers were behind the bar, pouring drinks at breakneck speed. Lincoln had his head down and game face on, those dimples flashing as he mixed cocktails. His forearmsflexed with every subtle movement, his biceps looked illegal in that T-shirt, and the wife-guy energy while he kept shooting me winks was unmatched.
“You are not at all subtle,” Sutton murmured, earning laughs from Chloe and Penelope.
“What?” I asked, pretending like I wasn’t on the verge of drooling.
Sutton pursed her lips and raised a brow. “You’re eyefucking the shit out of your husband.”
“I hope I’ll be just plain old fucking the shit out of him later…” I said before I could stop myself.
Penelope choked on her drink, Sutton looked impressed, and Chloe leaned across the table, her eyes dancing.
“Someone’s in rare form tonight,” she said with a grin. “He teased you within an inch of your life and then dragged you here without, uh, getting you across the finish line, didn’t he?”
