Love a Boss (Boss Duet 2)

The man of my dreams.

The Lord of my O’s.

And the only man I would ever love.

I ran my hand through his dark hair as he slept. Gorgeous. His steady breathing lulled me to sleep within minutes as I dreamt about a happily ever after with him.

The next morning, life wasn’t so happy.

I awoke to Theo rushing around his bedroom. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’m heading out to see Xavier. Just trying to figure something out here.”

I loved his spirit. His eagerness to fight for me.

“I’ll be at Lopa whenever you’re done. I’m training Fiona on the bar.”

“Ok, as soon as I get out of the meeting I’ll be there.” He leaned over, kissing me.

“Good luck.” I hoped the P.I. could figure something out. The thought of my father being on the up and up sounded far-fetched. Please let him be as dirty as his fathering skills.

We said goodbye with a few more kisses and some other naughtiness. He was so amazing. Everything about him was what I wanted. What would it be like to wake up to him every morning?

As I drove back to my house, I peeked down to my phone at a red light. June. One missed call from Theo’s mother. My ner

ves were strung out.

How much longer could I keep up the façade with her?

I clicked the number to call her back, and we made plans to meet for more wedding planning. After our goodbyes, I tossed my phone in my bag.

Maybe I should come clean to June about Dex? Wishful thinking.

Pulling into my drive, I threw the gearshift in park and closed my eyes.

An image came to mind, crashing waves and tiki torches on the beach. The sun almost lost to the sweet kiss of the night. Me, in a simple, white dress. Theo standing at the end of a long aisle. A smile spreading on his lips as he watched me walk toward him.

A loud horn woke me from my reverie, and I peered in the rearview mirror to see Margo’s car pull up behind me. Sliding out of my car, I approached a disheveled Margo still sitting behind the wheel.

“Are you just getting home?” I stepped closer to her door, and, sure enough, Margo was still in her dress from the night before.

She got out and slammed the door. “Yeah, I had a rough night. No, I don’t want to talk about it.”

I followed her to the front door. “Oh come on, you can’t leave me hanging like that. What happened?”

She spun on her heels. “I said, I don’t want to talk about it.”

I raised my hands. “Ok, ok. Touchy.”

She huffed and unlocked the door. It wasn’t like Margo to not bounce and prance around with happiness. I guess someone couldn’t be happy-go-lucky all the time and needed a day off just like everyone else.

She marched inside and collapsed on the couch.

“Do you need anything?” I called from the kitchen.

“Coffee,” she mumbled.

“Ten steps ahead of you.” I already had the crushed beans in the filter.