“I know you can handle this,” I assured them all. “I just feel badly that you have to do it at all. You must be passing up high-paying contracts to do this,” I fretted.
Theo shrugged. “This is way more important. Plus, I don’t mind the excuse to stay stateside for a while.”
“Me either,” Dec agreed.
“Thank you,” I replied, overcome by the lengths these men had gone to, would go to. For me.
“All right, final update,” Declan continued, looking at Travis. “Don’t forget you have that fundraising dinner for the mayor tomorrow night,” he reminded him.
“Fuck,” Travis muttered, running a hand over his hair.
“You forgot.” Declan chuckled. “Damn, we need someone to manage this shit for us.”
Travis looked over at me beseechingly. “Can you come with me tomorrow night?” he asked with a raised brow.
My palms were immediately clammy at the prospect, despite being happy he’d asked. “I don’t—well, I don’t have anything to wear,” I fretted.
“That’s easy.” Travis waved that concern off. “You don’t have a late class to teach?”
“I can probably find a sub,” I murmured as Dec and Theo rose from their seats and wandered back out to their desks. “I don’t have to go with you if it’s not convenient,” I continued. “It was important to me that I knew about these things, but you don’t need to feel obligated.”
He stood and moved into the seat beside mine. “I don’t want to go without you.” He shook his head. “Didn’t feel right the last time, and it definitely wouldn’t this time. I admit it’s not the most fun—at least not for me—but I want you on my arm, baby. You’ll make it bearable, and I want to show you off.”
How could I say no to that?
“All right,” I agreed. “I’ll try to find something to wear today.”
He smiled warmly. “No need. I have someone who can get you all fixed up.”
My brows rose. “Like a stylist.Youhave a stylist?”
I could swear he blushed. “I guess that’s what she is.” He shrugged. “I hate to shop, but I often need clothes for these things. This way I can get in and out in a few minutes with what I need. I’m sure she’ll enjoy dressing a woman for a change.” He grinned.
“Something tells me that she doesn’t mind dressing you,” I replied dryly.
“Jealous?” he challenged with a grin.
I made a grumbling noise in response.
He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me softly. “You’re so damn cute.”
“Hey, I’m not the one with the stylist,” I quipped.
