We’re near an archway made of fresh flowers where Samuel and Remy’s wedding ceremony will take place.
I rake him over. “You look pretty good too.”
He looks hot-as-sin, which is probably because we fucked before we got dressed to come here.
After our marathon night together last week, we both dove headfirst into work again. I also had to fit in time with Maya and Kate.
Frannie needed me too. Our time together was devoted to late night video calls when she showed me all the matching outfits she’s created for her daughters and the dresses she’s working on for them to wear at Maya’s wedding.
When I saw Sebastian exit his bedroom earlier today, he was dressed only in black boxer briefs.
I couldn’t resist running across the apartment and throwing myself into his arms.
He picked me up, took me back into his bedroom and fucked me against the window before we showered together in my bathroom.
“I’ve missed you, Matilda.” He reaches to take my hand.
I watch as he rests it on his thigh. “I’ve missed you too.”
“You’ll dance with me after dinner, won’t you?” His eyes brighten with the question. “Great things happen when we dance.”
A blush creeps up my neck. “We can’t have sex here.”
“Not here.” He lowers his voice. “There’s an hourly rate hotel a block over where we can.”
“You’re going to take me to a hotel to fuck me?” I whisper so the bride’s parents don’t hear us from where they’re seated just a few feet away.
“I don’t know if I can last until we get home.” He kisses my mouth softly.
I pull back to ask a question I’m not sure I want to know the answer to. “Have you taken a woman there before?”
“Tilly Baker?” A man’s voice interrupts us before Sebastian can answer.
I look to the side in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. When I see the person standing next to me, I recognize him instantly. “Darrell Carver?”
I jump to my feet to greet him. He tugs me into his arms for a warm embrace.
“What the fuck, Darrell?” Sebastian stands. “What are you doing?”
The bride’s parents shoot us all a look.
“Don’t tell me you know each other?” I slip from Darrell’s arms to stand next to Sebastian.
“We work together, Matilda,” Sebastian says evenly.
Work together?
First, he knows Jo and now he’s telling me he works with my favorite pet owner from the clinic?
“Matilda?” Darrell repeats my name. “Tilly. Dammit. You’re his Matilda.”
His Matilda. He thinks I’m Sebastian’s Matilda.
“I’m lost.” Sebastian wraps his arm around my waist. “How do you two know each other?”
“Tilly and I met years ago.” Darrell glances over at me. “She took special care of our dog at the clinic. She even handled watching over him when we were out of town.”
“I was their pet sitter.” I look over his shoulder. “Where’s Sharon? I’d love to say hi to her.”
