Page 262 of A Song for You

April 6, 2023

Subject: Hi

Husband,

Don’t forget, Cynthia is picking Chloe up from school today. I’m heading to Bristol to help set up for Grace’s baby shower, so you’re on your own for dinner.

Also, the caterer needs an estimated head count for the wedding. Call them, please.

Love you,

Wife

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

April 6, 2023

Subject: Re: Hi

Wife,

Can’t believe I have to spend the entire weekend without you. Also, can’t believe that in four months, the world will finally know you’re my wife. I’ll call the caterer. Make sure you stop by my office before you leave. I need a taste of you to hold me over for the next forty-eight hours.

Love you,

Your husband

Sixty-Seven

Jay

All I want by Kodaline

“Stop staring at your phone. That’s the fourth time you’ve looked at it in the last hour, I swear,” Gavin grumbles.

Guilty. I can’t help it. My wife writes the dirtiest fucking emails, and I live for the chime that signals each arrival in my inbox. But I put down my phone because it’s Saturday afternoon, and both of my brothers came to watch the Boston Bolts play hockey with me.

Gavin groans when Beckett’s phone rings next. “You too.”

“It’s Liv.” He shoots his brother a look.

“Who’s Liv?” I ask.

“She works for me. And right now, she’s pissed.”

I nod. “Ah, sounds like my Elyse. Don’t piss off the second in command, Beck. You’ll be attending the wrong meetings and drinking cold coffee for a long time.”

Gavin laughs, and his eyes dance. “She doesn’t look like your Elyse.”

Kevin’s brows shoot up and he scoots to the edge of his seat. “Oh, she’s hot? I can dig a secretary. Dirty sex in the office. Ask Jay. That shit is hot.”

“Stop talking about my wife,” I grit out.

“Stop talking about my Liv,” Beckett growls.

“Your Liv?” I say, practically holding back a gasp.