Jonah smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. “With flying fucking colors.”
Roxanne angled her head, and he kissed her.
The perfect end to a perfect night.
And morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Girls’ night!
Usually, Roxanne was the one spearheading the gatherings, with every detail planned and coordinated. Not this time. If not for the reminder on her phone, she would’ve forgotten. Her time and mind had been preoccupied with Jonah in the last few weeks. They’d seen each other almost every other day with Jonah abandoning his strict rule of no dates during the week.
Initially, their girls’ night was planned for weeks ago, but when Cassie’s daughter got sick, they moved it. With their busy lives and responsibilities, scheduling plans and keeping in touch was growing harder. She’d texted with everyone, but she hadn’t told them about Jonah. In fact, as far as anyone knew, once Jonah fixed her car, it was the last she’d seen of him. Emory had called the next day asking how it went. Roxanne had been vague and hadn’t mentioned their date. If Emory knew, her whole family would know.
Roxanne wasn’t interested in fielding a barrage of questions and a full-on interrogation from her brothers. She enjoyed being in a romantic bubble with Jonah.
Roxanne popped the top off her beer and took a sip, eyeing her sister-in-law, who was pacing around the kitchen with her phone pressed against her ear.
“Yes, always a pleasure,” Cassie said and immediately hung up.
All the girls seemed concerned with her tone. Not Roxanne. She knew who’d been on the other line. It was hard to havesympathy for Cassie when she’d been in the same hell for the last few months.
“You okay, Cass?” Sadie asked.
“Yeah,” Emory snorted. “That exit seemed anything but pleasurable.”
Cassie sat at the kitchen table and sighed. “Bride from hell.”
Sadie darted her gaze between her and Cassie. Roxanne understood the confusion. It was well known that this washerprimary client. Roxanne had bitched about Melody Rollins enough. No one would soon forget.
“I thought you were handling her wedding, Rox?” Sadie asked.
Roxanne folded her arms and smirked. “I am, but she decided that just one of us wasn’t enough, so she’s been calling Cassie when I tell her we can’t do something. It’s like dealing with a child who tries to pit their parents against each other.” She lifted her beer. “Good times.”
“I hate her.” Cassie groaned, slumping in the chair.
“We all do, Cass. But,” Roxanne forced a smile, “only a few weeks left.”
Roxanne’s phone was on the counter near the stove when it started ringing. Emory grabbed it and widened her eyes, staring down at the screen.
“Jonah is calling you?”
Roxanne had every intention of telling the girls about her and Jonah tonight. She’d waited long enough. But she’d hoped to ease into the conversation, not get called out. She rushed forward, reaching for the phone, but Emory tucked it behind her back.
“I thought he fixed your car.”
Roxanne glared, clenching her jaw. “He did.”
“Then why is he calling? Is there something you’re not telling us?” Emory wiggled her brows.
Roxanne ignored the taunting and reached around her back, grabbing her phone. On the fourth ring, she answered and made a beeline for the living room.
“Hey.” Her breath slightly hitched, and she felt the heat rise from her chest to her cheeks.
“How’s it going?”
“Good.” She walked toward the window, peering out onto the street. “I’m at Sadie’s for girls’ night.”
