“Miss Wren, it’s nice to see you again,” Denis said to her.
“It’s lovely to see you, too, Denis.”
I slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the center of the back seat, my mouth going to the top of her head, breathing in more of her warmth.
“Denis, do you know what Gavin has planned for this evening?”
He looked at me from the rearview mirror. “I don’t, Miss Wren.”
“And if he did, he wouldn’t tell you,” I added.
She twisted, craning her neck back, a smirk covering her face. “You’re saying I can’t drag Denis to my side?”
I laughed. “No. And legally—also no.”
She waved me away. “Jerk.”
Denis chuckled.
That smart mouth made my dick hard.
I held her chin. “It’ll be worth the wait.” As she set her phone on the seat beside her, I continued, “You brought nothing with you. You listened. I’m impressed.”
“Not an easy task, but yes, I listened.”
When she’d eventually go into my bedroom later tonight, she would see that my assistant had gotten everything she would need. I didn’t know what half the shit was—there were bottles of all different colors. But when my assistant was dropping the things off and I was putting them in my en suite, I didn’t let my mind really think about what I was looking at. Or what this meant. Or that anytime Emily spent the night, she would have the necessities at my place.
Those thoughts were a lot to take in.
What I knew was that I liked having her in my SUV. I liked the thought of her spending the night. I couldn’t take my hands off her. And I was already thinking about the next time she could stay at my condo, and it wasn’t even the morning yet.
“I was with a patient when your mom came in and got Bettie, but I heard everything went well. Is she adjusting at home all right?” She dragged her fingers across the scruff on my cheek.
“Things are good. In fact, my mom is bringing Ben over there”—I glanced at my watch—“right about now. I’m sure Grandma has already put together a batch of cookies for him. She loves to bake.”
“And I’m sure she loves to have Ben over.”
“She does. So much so, she’ll convince my mom to stay for dinner to spend more time with him. My dad will end up over there, the three of them sold on multiple games of UNO. Ben’s a master convincer. The boy is far too slick for his own good. He knows how to charm.”
“Like his dad.” She winked. “He wouldn’t have to charm me. I love UNO.”
“No one over twelve likes that game.”
She laughed. “Well, I do, so you’re wrong.”
“Do you know how many rounds of that game I’ve played?” I groaned, letting out a loud breath. “It’s Ben’s favorite.”
“But you play.”
I nodded. “I’ll always play.”
Her hand went to the back of my neck. “You’re such a good dad, Gavin.”
“He’s the best dad,” Denis chimed in.
“I don’t know about that, but I’m ready to up the difficulty count. I’m going to teach Ben how to play chess.”
“Chess? That’s a tough game,” she said.
