He presses his forehead to mine, then gives me a soft, surprisingly tender kiss before letting me down. “Jesus, I needed that.”
I try to pull my panties up, but they’re in tatters. Instead, I hold them up for him to see before I shove them into my clutch. “Speaking of ruined… I’m not going to be able to walk right for the rest of the night.”
He looks so proud of himself that I have to laugh before kissing him again. “Come on. We have to get out of here before they send a search party.”
I take his hand to lead the way back to the door, when I realize we’ve knocked over one of the orchids on the display next to us. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I try to set it upright, but it’s broken and I’m only making things worse. Plus, now I have potting soil on my hands.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
“Don’t worry, Hurricane. I’ll make a donation to the greenhouse,” Grant says with a chuckle. “A big one. It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Okay.” I stop trying to fix the mess, acknowledging that it’s a lost cause.
Grant kisses me again as we head toward the door, and it’s hard to care so much about the orchid or the fact that we just had sex down the hallway from a fundraiser where my sister, my daughter, and my boss are probably all looking for me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I could keep doing this all night. But I’ll be good. Starting…” One more quick kiss, then he smiles and takes a step back to open the door. “Now. After you.”
I do my best to straighten my dress and make sure everything is where it should be as we hurry down the hallway together. Both shoes are on my feet. Both earrings are in my ears. My panties are in my clutch, but at least they’re accounted for.
Everything else will have to be good enough.
“Ready?” Grant asks as we make it back to the door that leads into the main event space.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He opens the door for me and gropes my ass with one big hand as I step through, then he’s right by my side like we never left.
I’ve barely taken two steps before I hear my name, and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights as my sister makes a beeline for us.
“Heather! Grant! There you are.” Margo eyes both of us suspiciously. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” She stops right in front of me and looks me up and down as I try to think of a halfway-reasonable excuse for why I’ve been gone with Grant for what feels like hours but was probably only about fifteen minutes.
I glance at the clock. Okay, maybe closer to twenty-five minutes. Damn.
“I was just, um…” I swallow hard, hoping Grant will chime in at any second, since he apparently fucked all the coherent thoughts out of my brain.
“Wait.” Margo’s brows furrow as she reaches for my head. “Is that a leaf in your hair?”
Oh shit.
Chapter 33
Heather
My stomach drops as I watch understanding dawn across Margo’s face. Her eyes narrow slightly, darting between me and Grant with the kind of scrutiny only a sister can manage. She knows something is up. Of course she knows.
“Is that a leaf in your hair?” she repeats, reaching toward my head.
I bat her hand away, laughing a little too loudly. “What? No. That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s definitely a leaf.” Margo plucks it from my hair and holds it up between us like evidence in a trial. “I haven’t even seen another plant in here with leaves like this one.”
I open my mouth, but no coherent excuse materializes. My brain is still foggy from the back-to-back orgasms Grant gave me, and I’m completely certain my sister can read every dirty, raunchy detail written all over my face.
Grant clears his throat beside me. “There was a problem with one of the?—”
“Hey, Parker!” Noah’s voice cuts across the room as he works his way through the mingling crowd. “There you are, man. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
