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“Good.” She smiles. “I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you grab the anniversary portfolios we have and get them ready. The client will be here within the hour.”

“We’re meeting with them tonight?”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

I look at my watch, trying to calculate how on Earth I can make this work. Meeting with a client tonight will mean missing dinner with Erin and JJ, something I don’t want to do. But this is a chance for me to prove myself to Josalyn. As much as I hate to cancel, I just don’t see any way around it. I’m sure JJ and Erin will understand. Plus, if the meeting gets done early, I can still try to make it for dessert.

“No, it won’t be a problem at all.”

“Hurry the fuck up. We’re late.”

Dante grunts, adjusting his tie as he strides through his condo. “Who gives a fuck? She’s on our dime. She’ll get over it.”

“We’re not a few minutes late, Mr. Universe,” I jab, earning an icy glare. “We’re thirty minutes late, and it’s disrespectful. You know how I feel about shit like that.”

“Fine. I’m ready.”

We walk out the door. He locks it behind us, and I follow him downstairs.

“Why do you primp so much anyway?” I ask as he and I slide into his car.

“I don’t primp.”

“Do too.”

“Whatever. I’ve got a date tonight with Felicity, which means I’m going to need you to Uber it home. That going to be problem?”

I roll my eyes as Dante whips around a corner. “You could’ve mentioned that earlier. I would’ve driven myself.”

“Sorry, bro. Wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re never thinking.”

“Not true. Right now, I’m thinking if we can get in and out of this meeting in a timely fashion, I could have Felicity’s hot little mouth wrapped around my cock in less than an hour. Is that the place?”

I follow his gaze, double checking the address Mom sent me. “That’s it.”

He continues another block or so until he finds a spot to park, and we climb out of the car, making the short walk back to Josalyn’s office.

“Let’s make this quick,” Dante says, smoothing the lapels of his jacket. “I don’t want to make Felicity wait.”

A pang of jealousy rips through me, something I’m not accustomed to. I’ve never been jealous of my brother, much less his relationships with women, but what I wouldn’t give to have a certain sweet little brunette waiting for me when I get home tonight. That perfect body of hers spread out for me, warm mouth waiting to please.

I’ve debated calling her several times, even typed out a few text messages, but every time I do, I remind myself why I shouldn’t. She has me wanting to take risks I’m not sure either of us is ready for. So I’m leaving the ball in her court. If she’s interested, she has my number. And if she doesn’t call, well, I guess I’ll have to come up with a plan B.

Dante opens the door to the office, holding it so I can enter first.

“Dude, did we just walk on to the set of Friends, or what?” he asks, walking in behind me. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“I’ll be right there,” someone calls from the back.

“No fucking clue. Guess we’re about to find out.”

Mom mentioned that her friend Josalyn was a bit of a free spirit, but I never expected the waiting room of a reputable event planning business to have a teal couch with plush, red chairs and—is that a wiener dog statue?

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” A middle-aged woman walks out of the back, a yoga mat tucked under her arm. “I was trying to teach my co-worker how to meditate.”

“Don’t apologize.” I step toward her with an outreached hand. “Sorry we’re late. We got tied up.”