“V?”
“It’s just not what I’m used to.” The fabric of her skirt rode up again as she draped the cords over her laptop.
That dress was the fuckin’ best.
She straightened. He pulled her to him. Her fingertips smoothed the lapel of his suit coat. “I’ll get used to the hair. Doyoulike it?”
“Fuck no.” Why people did this regularly, he’d never understand. “Figured it was more your thing.”
Her lips tilted at the edges. “Tastes change, I guess.”
He leaned to kiss her, which wasn’t as far down as usual, given her three-inch stiletto heels.
“Diggin’ the shoes,” he said.
Velma turned her head to the side, so he missed and kissed her cheek.
He kissed the tip of her nose instead.
“Ahem.” Aspen cleared her throat.
Brek looked over his shoulder to the sister he’d forgotten was standing there. She was grinning wider than he’d ever seen. “Mom’s gonna get such a kick out of you two.”
“Don’t you dare bring our mother into my relationship,” he grumbled.
“I won’t have to. She’s Mom. She’ll find a way in.”
“Aspen stopped in to check up on me,” he said to Velma.
“Well, the last wedding didn’t exactly go as expected.” Velma scratched the little dimple at the tip of her nose.
“Actually, I wanted to tell you both thank you, for everything you’ve done for me.” Aspen shifted the baby in her arms. “And I was also checking up on you.”
“Told you.” Brek reached toward Bronson, letting the kid wrap his hand around Brek’s index finger.
“Anyhoo, since everything is under control, and I have a newborn, I should check in withRosetteand get Bronson home. I’ll leave you to it.” She cooed to Bronson as Brek disentangled his finger.
She left, and Brek’s heart about burst with happiness for what his sister had.
A sigh escaped Velma’s lips and her expression turned soft. “It’s impossible to be annoyed at you when you look at your family like that.”
“Then I guess now’s the time to make my move.” He kissed her with the urgency of a man who had to keep looking at her in that dress and do nothing about it. They were both breathing heavy when he finished.
The grip she had on his jacket lessened. “I need help with the audio.”
“Audio later. This now.” There had to be a closet or something around here they could utilize. Anywhere private, as long as she wore those damn shoes. His fingertips toyed with the slider on the zipper of her dress.
“Audio now.Thislater.” She giggled and pointed to the rolling cart with the projector.
He sighed dramatically and followed her. Even with the wires adjusted, the audio wasn’t playing right.
She slipped off her shoes and tossed them on one of the banquet folding chairs with the fabric covers. “I’m going to break my neck in those heels.”
“Nah, you start to fall, I’ll catch you. Those shoes are the shit.” He adjusted an adapter, but it still didn’t work. “I’m gonna grab Dean. He’s good with this stuff.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at his cell.
“Check it out. Pictures of the little beefcake.” The screen held the latest snapshot of his nephew. Aspen sent new photos regularly. His little nephew already had Brek wrapped around his finger. When the kid turned eighteen, Uncle Brek had big plans to buy him his very own motorcycle. Of course he didn’t mention this to Aspen—she’d lose her mind.
