One Night (The Sullivan Family, #4)

by Lena Hendrix

Cat Fact 161: A cat butthole in your face is a gesture of friendship. As soon as my fingers flew over the send button I wanted to reach through the phone and undo it. I pressed my thumb into my eye socket. I just texted the word butthole to Sylvie King. Daryl Hall A little soon for me to be showing you my butthole, don’t you think?

The world’s most gorgeous woman was taking time out of her day to text me, and I was talking about the fucking weather.

I wasn’t sure if anyone even acknowledged her comments, and that pissed me right the fuck off.

She was free. And fucking gorgeous. Breathtaking.

As I reached behind to grab my collar and pull my T-shirt off, her eyes tracked down my chest and abs. I fought the urge to beat my chest like a caveman at her approval.

I leaned into him, and he gripped my hand harder. With him I felt alive. Free. I felt like me.

and mood swings? Hello, Satan, good to see you again today.

Duke was the perfect gentleman, allowing me to order first and listening attentively as I told him about my quiet day with a long, hot bath and a steamy book. Big mistake, by the way. I couldn’t stop picturing Duke as the grumpy main character who was presently railing his nanny into next week. Correction: railing imaginary me into next week.

“What are you doing?” I suppressed a smile. “I’m showing you what it means to be cared for by a man like me.”

“I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.”

“Sylvie, it’s you or no one. It has always been you.”

Dad’s eyes paused as my words sank in. His lips pursed. “Do you love her?” “Loving her is like breathing.”

One night had changed everything, and what a perfect night it was.