said.”
If anything’s guaranteed to kill my erotic buzz, it’s the reminder of those shitty minutes with my ex. “He was courteous. And he apologized for hurting me.” No way am I going to tell Zach about Chris complimenting my body.
“He hurt you in the first place. He doesn’t get a pass out of Asshole-ville.”
“Keely made that very clear to him.”
“Good for her. Anything else?”
I grimace. “I wasn’t very nice to him.”
“You bothered to give him the time of day. That’s a hell of a lot more than he deserves. Or what I would’ve allowed. You get a pass this once, baby. Next time, Philip handles it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m heading back to the dance floor.”
“Philip will take you home in an hour. I’ll be there in two, tops.”
“Good, we can get a few hours sleep before we head to Westchester.” Zach has commissioned the jeweler who designed my parents’ wedding rings to design ours. Tomorrow will be our first sight and fitting, and I can’t wait.
“I need a few hours with you first. You can sleep in a little in the morning if you need to. I’ll push back the appointment.”
I pout even though he can’t see me. “I’m excited about the fitting, Zach. I don’t want to push it back.”
“That’s your call, baby. I’m excited too. But I’m fucking you long and hard when I get back. And we both know you’re not a morning person...”
“I’ll set the alarm.”
“You’ll sleep right through it. You wanted to drive, but how about we take the chopper instead? That way you can sleep a little longer?”
My smile makes a triumphant comeback. “You’re my hero.”
“Don’t fucking forget that. Now go enjoy yourself.”
I rejoin Keely and we throw ourselves into our last hour of girls’ night out. It occurs to me at one point that this is our last before I officially check out of single town.
I don’t say anything because I don’t want to ruin the mood. But I dance harder, laugh harder, and hug her tighter when the night is over.
If only I knew what waited for me around the corner, I’d have done everything ten times as hard.
EIGHT
W.T.F. Just Happened
Bethany
“C an we talk about this?”
From his lounged position across from me on the bench helicopter seat, Zach raises an eyebrow at me. His blue shirt and cashmere sweater combo makes his eyes seem more blue than grey. Add the long denim-clad legs, designer stubble, and finger-combed hair, and his drop-dead sexy appearance is almost too much at this time of the morning.
“About you having a bachelorette party? Sure. The remodeling of The Indigo NYC spa finished last week. Tell Keely it’s at her disposal to stage your party there. You ladies can have free rein of the place for the whole weekend.”
I look up from the text Keely just sent and the list of things she’s planning, and I clear my throat. “I don’t think a spa weekend is quite what she has in mind.”
Zach plucks the phone from my hand and reads the contents of the text. His eyes narrow the further he reads. “Over my fucking dead body is any of this happening.” Before I can get another word out he hits dial and speaker on my phone. Over the noise of the helicopter blades flying us to Westchester, I hear Keely’s husky voice answer.
“Hey, sexy. Did you get my text?”
“She got your text.” He leans back against the plush cream seat, and, although the gaze that slides over me sizzles with the ever-burning lust, I also see intense irritation. “Matter of fact, we’re discussing it now.”
“Crap. Let me guess. You’re going to piss all over it, aren’t you, Savage?”
“On the contrary, I’m thinking of forwarding your interesting suggestions to Mason. I’m excited to see how he feels about you enticing my fiancée into a Magic Mike themed bachelorette party.”
“ Shit . Seriously, there’s no need to—”
“Can I ask you a question, Keely?”
“Uh...sure.”
“You think